On Shoes and Grief (or the post that makes you think I might start cutting myself)

[hells_samaritan]

Over four-fiths of stigmatics are women, they who love their God so much that they bear his wounds for him.

At the service today, at the visitation last night, at the same last week, there was not a single woman in what could be termed comfortable , practical shoes. A woman using a walker, women over 80, sisters and mothers who would spend the

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[evildevilangel]

I completely understand, I think everyone has some way of making these things tangible for themselves.

I love you. I'm so sorry I couldn't be there with you this week.

[hells_samaritan]

I love you too. The fact that, should I have asked you to, you would have come down is worth almost as much as actually seeing you

[gabbygrl]

No shoes are comfortable for standing for six hours. But your point stands unchallenged.

Know that you can text me anytime (or come half a mile own the street if I am home) to talk about people you loved or bitch about about the skank in the leggings or even just be away from sad people.

[hells_samaritan]

By the end of a shift at J Gumbos my tennis shoes weren't even comfortable.

I know! I love you for it (I almost texted you a picture of the hot pink catsuit she wore to the funeral, because I thought you would not believe me. But I left my phone at home).

[gabbygrl]

Hot. Pink. Catsuit.

You've made my day.

[hells_samaritan]

Saddest part? She is easily as heavy as me