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[susangalique]

Feb 2nd is always a tough time. The day day I found dad. Its been thirteen years since that horrible day. If I had known then how hard life would be and what a benchmark dividing line it would be, I would have shot myself in the head and be done with all this pain and misery. I really try to be positive but I have these bursts of despondancy that

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[lakehouseguys]

my grandmother died this week. She was an artist , poet, and friend. I have spent a lot of time wrestling with her legacy and what she meant to me. I feel so confused about how I I feel and how to how to handle the tangible things she has left behind.

It's weird the things that you remember. A vivid memory I have is of me falling out of the tree in her front yard and her lovingly doctoring me up while chastising me for climbing the tree like a monkey in the first place, but I just remember her smiling at me because I think she realized that what is the point of a tree unclimbed, weighed against a few scraped elbows.

[susangalique]

Well you are definitly an artist following in her footsteps! Maybe you could create something in her honor! A carving of some sort.

[susangalique]

MAybe a tree of life that you could add to every year

[hollymcloughlin]

Once upon a time, there was a woman without anything in the way of family. She had a time in her life when she was very close to being homeless. She had been through more than enough in her life and she was more than done. Living in her car was going to be a step beyond what she was willing to endure. She made arrangements to trade the brand-new iPhone that she had just gotten really cheap through Verizon's new-every-two plan to a street punk for a gun. The last step in her plan was to find a home for her pets with someone she trusted. That person turned out to be an angel in disguise who offered her the chance to live for free in a beautiful old house in the woods--in a peaceful place where she would be safe until she got her shit together. She was so sick of her own internal drama and of how goddamn melodramatic her emotional life had always been that she never told the angel that her generosity had made a far bigger difference than she knew. She never forgot about the beautiful old house in the woods or the kindness of the

[susangalique]

Girl, when I read this I cried. I had no idea at the time that you were so low. I am glad I could be there to help. You ARE the best editor ever! And I miss you. I am glad you are enjoying life and have gone back to school. You are so smart and I know you will kick ass in what ever you decide to do. I love you and I really thank you for writing me such a lovely comment. I felt very lonely and that just made me feel connected! Thank you!