September 20, 2017
Eight.
I was actually doing...well, pretty okay, really! Sure, I went to bed early last night, but that was only because I had a lot of overtime to do at work. Right. Then I woke up this morning, was in a horrible mood, went into work, and got into an even more horrible mood. I'm home now, as "a little birdy" told my boss why I was so down.
Some days are harder than others. Today will always be one of the hard ones. You guys, the readers of The Pond, make it easier. Thank you.
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It'll never get easy, but may it become easier, just a bit, year by year.
Posted by: GreyDuck at September 20, 2017 08:55 PM (rKFiU)
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My Mom died on the 9th this year. I've been living so far away from them for so long that it hasn't affected me as much. but my oldest and youngest sisters had to deal with it. At least I was able to talk to them one last time thanks to my little sister. I need to get out there one last time to see Dad before there's no time left. Although I run the risk already of him not knowing who I am.
Posted by: Mauser at September 21, 2017 03:24 PM (TYvUn)
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Not fun, Mauser. Condolences.
Posted by: Wonderduck at September 21, 2017 11:35 PM (Mxu+F)
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Probably the worst part is my middle sister was already planning to visit the week after, so she was there for the memorial, while I was in Reno on the trip I'd paid for months earlier. They rushed right into a memorial and cremation in less than a week.
Posted by: Mauser at September 22, 2017 09:41 PM (TYvUn)
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