Skipping a kajillion posts to say hi!

Seekrit Pornographic Message for Daniel:

Now that I have all y'all's attention xoxoxooxxoxoxxo___ooxoxoxoxxooxox

And now back to your regularly scheduled non-porn. Or porn. Whatever.

My life was made so much nicer by the high school drama class in "how to fall."

This is the whole reason I started taking martial arts in the first place. The school I chose spent the first several weeks teaching you how to fall...including at speed and from height. So now when I wipe out, I bounce right back up.

Because no, years of martial arts have not improved my ability to say, walk down the sidewalk, or through a door without hitting the frame.

Porn received. Off to work.

Porn received. Off to work.

Another buffista starts their day.

Timelies. Gronk. That's about all I can manage this morning.

FTR, I think that's the first time I have not been tempted to look at "super seekrit" whitefont.

M's funeral was yesterday. It was a lovely service, I'm sure it was just what she wanted. I gave the eulogy, on D's request.

The wake was just as M wanted, everyone enjoyed themselves. Then, when it was winding down, Gareth caused a scene. We were all going home, he demanded to come back too. Everyone was too wrecked to deal with him too, so he was told no. Since now I'm back, I was the one standing between him and D. As usual, he became abusive as soon as he didn't get his own way. And then he got someone to drive him over anyway, and he stayed pretty much as long as he wanted - which, of course, was as long as it took to demonstrate that his was the only opinion that mattered. And he threatened to come around again today.

He came around today too, but the only other person around was Kathleen. She went home once he turned up, then called the rest of us to warn us. So everyone else stayed away until he'd gone.

I don't need this kind of stress. I feel like I was barely able to stay upright until after the eulogy. I got to offload for about twenty seconds, while D and I were alone in the house after the wake before everyone got back (especially, of course, Gareth). And now I need to hold it together until Gareth's not an issue for the rest of us.

billytea, I'm sorry. That kind of family dynamic is the last thing you and the rest of your family needs.

You're all in my thoughts. I am so very glad you are there to to stand between G and D, though.

Oh God, William. How completely horrible for you. {{{{{{{{{billytea}}}}}}}}}}}}}

What, if anything, can we do for you? I'm about ready to hop a plane to Australia (and no, this has nothing to do with the fact exams are next week and I haven't written mine yet, really). Love love love is reaching out to you from my corner of the world to yours.

Jeebus, billytea. How awful. I know there's not much we can do from here, but you do have a lot of love and support.

Oh, billytea, I am so sorry. I was thinking about you yesterday. That goodbye is so hard. I am glad that the service and gathering are what your mother wanted. I am sorry your brother seems incapable of putting his issues aside, and handling his grief and grieving family like an adult.

Can you offload some more, if not to a friend, or family member, how about here? You know how we love Nilly? That's the way we love you, too. I feel free to speak for Buffistas on this. We love you, and we can do so little. Please don't be afraid to let us do the one thing we can do--listen. If this is too public for you, there is email, LiveJournal. I don't know if you ever created one, but now, you don't even need to be invited, bt. You can just create a free account. You can make your entries completely private, or filtered so only certain of your friends can read them, or filtered to your whole friends list, or publish them for the world to see, but in cyberspace, nobody need know who you are.