*hug* I'm sorry you're feeling messed up about this stuff, Vivian. It seems like no matter what happens stuff with our parents has to get to us somehow, doesn't it?
I have no idea how one could even begin to go about accepting such a thing. I'm going to be a sheep and offer my condolences (as well as show that I have nothing insightful or even intelligent to say here, how wonderful). It seems to me that nobody should be buried in an unmarked grave - how long could it possibly take to mark the general area in ANY WAY WHATSOEVER?! Does death have to be a fucking market too? Pay us so you can pay your respects? (Of course it has to be this way, but it still incenses me.)
Most of the people I truly love are far away from me physically, but I will pass the hug sentiment on and let them know that I'm glad they exist. On that note, I'm glad you exist (no, this is not a come-on; sorry for that crude interruption but I feel the need to be overly defensive about that whole subject lest someone ever accuse me of it per lack of disclaimer), even if I only know you through text that has been vacuumed dry of any personality except choice and arrangement of the text itself.
*hug* Vivian, you are an amazing woman. But some things we never accept. Some things are unjust forever and we just have to live with them as unjust things that ought not to have happened. And you are strong - so I know you can do it.
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Most of the people I truly love are far away from me physically, but I will pass the hug sentiment on and let them know that I'm glad they exist. On that note, I'm glad you exist (no, this is not a come-on; sorry for that crude interruption but I feel the need to be overly defensive about that whole subject lest someone ever accuse me of it per lack of disclaimer), even if I only know you through text that has been vacuumed dry of any personality except choice and arrangement of the text itself.
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