Of all the funerals I've been to, there's only one I can remember that was even a little pleasant to go to; my dad's old friend, Mark Porter. There was comraderie (some of which I was allowed to take part in) to remember, familiar friends and family, a great celebration of life, *small chuckle* and one last stab from a notorious prankster. …But,
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Enough of this. Get up. YOU are LOVED like it or not. Accept it or not. You don't have to qualify it - quantify it or understand it. Just deal with it. No one can stop your cynicism but you - and that , as with everything - is a choice.
Get up. Move on! Go forward. LIVE. and love.
forget the nonsense.
And incidentally - I love you.
mom
xo
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