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Jan 19, 2006 23:37

My Aunt Rosalie died the other day. My mom told me in an e-mail. She had diabetes and didn't take care of herself. Her kidneys were shot. She hadn't been feeling well for a couple weeks and refused to go to the hospital. Uncle Franky tried to get her to go, but she flat out refused. Instead she spent the two weeks saying her goodbyes, tying ( Read more... )

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jasonrose January 20 2006, 16:53:45 UTC
That's pretty hardcore.

Was Aunt Rosalie the one who put the avacados in her hair?

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jdubbs530 January 20 2006, 19:05:32 UTC
nah she was more the one who'd say "What are you an asshole putting avacado in your hair?"

What's hardcore? That she knew her time was up?

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jasonrose January 20 2006, 20:04:01 UTC
"What's hardcore? That she knew her time was up?"
Yeah.
When I go I don't wanna know when my time is up.

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oddessgoddess January 20 2006, 19:37:09 UTC
I'm sorry to hear that. I think it's funny how we remember the oddest memories when somebody that we kinda knew dies. We didn't spend a lot of time with them, so all the strange stuff is foremost in our minds.

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jdubbs530 January 20 2006, 19:47:56 UTC
Yeah, man, they had this awesome platter hanging up on their kitchen wall that said "Makin' Bacon" and it was two pigs porkin' (pun intended.)

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