Comments | mostlynormal1: There are always words…they just aren’t always appropriate

mostlynormal1

There are always words…they just aren’t always appropriate

Oct 23, 2006 10:32

I feel completely helpless at the moment. I’m trapped at home with contractors while my dear friend, qnotku, lies in an ICU bed in terrible state. The prognosis isn’t good. Those of us who love her are grieving terribly and I can’t even leave my fucking house to go and be with them. The bouncy Hispanic music emanating from my kitchen radio, and the ( Read more... )

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tree220 October 23 2006, 16:14:07 UTC

sorry sweetie, I'm at work now if you want to call. trying real hard to keep busy and not cry. it's not working.

jenboo October 24 2006, 00:55:18 UTC

{{{{{{{{{{{Sweetie}}}}}}}}}}}}
I understand wholeheartedly. I wish I was there, but know I can't be, so I'm lighting candles and hoping for the best.

mostlynormal1 October 25 2006, 19:34:55 UTC

I'm sorry I haven't responded to this before now. I've been deliberately avoiding LJ because I knew I needed to post something final about Teri and I haven't wanted to do it ( ... )

wenchamok October 25 2006, 02:37:15 UTC

*hugs*

And you're right....we'd all cry bullshit on the Duncan/Methos thing...

mostlynormal1 October 25 2006, 19:35:30 UTC

LOL!

Yeah, I know that was stretching it. Sheep Boy was no comparison to Methos. *g*

trollbabyfeet October 25 2006, 06:03:35 UTC

((((((sweetie)))))))) We'll all pull together and help each other through. Love you, Pammie...

Thanks, (((((Gina))))) mostlynormal1 October 25 2006, 19:43:53 UTC

It still seems so surreal, doesn't it? She was way too young.

I'm going to see SJ tonight. I haven't actually seen him since it happened - we kept missing each other at the hospital and the apartment. Tree is going to post funeral information as soon as it's finalized.

I think I'm fine and then look at my kids and remember how much she loved seeing them and I lose it all over again. She gave my kids these dog puppets for Christmas last year. These puppets "barked" Christmas carols when you moved their mouths. You can imagine the relentless "barking" music Dan and I endured for the weeks around Christmas. I vowed vengeance on her, but she just laughed and enjoyed my pain. The kids still find those dogs and pull them out from time to time - Molly even took one to music class on sharing day last month. Gosh. You don't realize how entwined people are in your lives until you say good-bye.

You take care of yourself, (((tbd))). Talking about her helps so much, doesn't it?