just got overwhelmed with the need to say Oyster Band!
Ya gotta love a folk group who covers New Order.
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just got overwhelmed with the need to say Oyster Band!
Ya gotta love a folk group who covers New Order.
And the Teen Titans and JLU from 2 weeks ago, I hope?
Uh, JLU rolled off the TiVo. But I still have Teen Titans.
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Aye, caramba Cindy. That's a special record for 1989 awfulness. Your poor family.
Before the 12 months was up (so from March 12, 1989, to March 12, 1990), a friend of both mine and my mother's died in mum's arms, at work. A young woman--not even 40. I'm probably older now than she was, then. She had a heart defect that had never been detected. Also, my paternal grandfather died on my dad's birthday--the day before my own. Oh, and before that, my then best friend's father/lifelong nextdoor neighbor died on the day before uncle#2 (2nd oldest uncle but third uncle to die) died. I went from his wake to my uncle's.
On the upside, it was uncle#2's wake that finally brought me to my senses about SoulSucking Demon boyfriend. He was planning on coming down to the wake, (he lived near where I went to college but was only about a half hour from my folks' house). He wanted to know what we were going to do besides go to the wake. When I said that I was staying at the wake for the full 7-9 shift, he became (not really the right word, because he always had been, but *I* finally realized it) unreasonable, about "coming all the way down there" if I wasn't even going to go out with him, after. Now, he knew my grandmother--and knew it was the 3rd son she'd buried in 3.5 months (and SSD was 26, not a teenager). He knew my folks, and that this was the third brother my mother had lost in such a short time. He knew my friend's dad had just died, too.
I ended our relationship of almost three years, pretty much the moment he started yelling at me, on the phone. That's the only time I've ever broken up with anyone on the phone, but it was the only way. I got together later with him, to talk in person (a few weeks later). And was so relieved when I saw him, to think the breaking up was already done, that I ... I don't know, it was like a veil had lifted.
Ooh, CD would be even better.
Ouch, Cindy, that sounds horrid.
raises eyebrows
Which JLU ep was it again? The future one with Batman Beyond? I can set TiVo to go fishing for it.
Which JLU ep was it again? The future one with Batman Beyond? I can set TiVo to go fishing for it.
The Black Canary one.
The Black Canary one.
Right. Okay, I'll get on it.
Happy Valentine's Day everyone!
Happy Anniversary Deena!
In the Pines is a fantastic tape, except some how I lost mine.
I'm feeling defeated. I knew it would come, but I was hoping it would hold off until a little later in the semester.
It was, brenda. It's known colloquially in our family as "the year everybody died." It got to where we would all be nervous if someone was 10 minutes late to something, because we were sure they'd died. I think though, that because my grandmother was still alive, we were all more focused on her, and hurting for her. Even the cousins who were losing fathers throughout this, hurt for Nana, as much as they did for themselves. Nobody should have to bury one child, never mind half her children, in three in a half months. She died 3 years later, and it was a little easier to let her go, because nobody wanted her to lose anyone else. She was one of those special grandmothers everyone loves (as opposed to the mean or distant kind). I think for my mum and her remaining brother and sister, they didn't get to mourn their brothers, the way they needed to.
My aunt didn't know she was having a breakdown during all this, until she had a withdrawal from one of her meds. She decided she didn't need it any longer, and stopped it suddenly--I think it might have been Xanax. She then thought she was having an allergic reaction. She felt like things were crawling all over her. My uncle took her to her doctor, who realized she was in withdrawal. She never put the feeling together with the lack of meds, so she didn't even know. She went into the hospital for a couple of weeks, to deal, but was just frigging great about it. She'd call and make cracks about being locked up. She got a weekend pass, and took me shopping, bought me a coat, and told me to tell my friends that my crazy aunt bought it for me. My mother's family is extremely strong