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Topic!Cindy - Jul 30, 2005 8:56:31 am PDT #3895 of 10001
What is even happening?

Yes, it is better to look ahead of time, I think. And if you find something, pack it right away. You might want to pre-pack a few things, or make a list, so you have less stress when the time comes.

I remember shopping for clothes for me, for my dad's wake and funeral, after he died. My two youngest kids were sick, and it was the middle of a blizzard, and I'd spent most of the week by my father's bedside, hadn't slept, and had dropped 10 or 15lbs in the week. Shopping was a nightmare-joke. I ended up getting things I didn't really like on me, but they were presentable enough.

I think what you've called the viewing is what we call a wake up here, and it's either held over the course of two days (only in the evening two days before the funeral, and then on the afternoon and evening, on the day before the funeral), or just the day before (afternoon and evening). Then the funeral is either in the church, or at the funeral parlor, depending on the family's preferences. My Catholic friends' funerals are always from the church.

Do any of your brothers live near your folks, to help your mom make arrangements and whatnot?


Susan W. - Jul 30, 2005 9:14:40 am PDT #3896 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

VCOB lives about 20 miles away, and all but one of Dad's living brothers and sisters live within a mile of them--my grandfather had a farm, and he parceled out the land among his children, so they all live within sight of the old farmhouse.

What's really weird is to think that in 10-15 years there may be no more of my family living in that community. Even those of my cousins who've stayed local live closer to Birmingham, and a lot of us have scattered. And as the city grows southward, there are subdivisions not three miles from my parents' house, in what in my childhood was as rural and blue collar an area as you could possibly imagine.

DH lost his father very early and very suddenly--he died of a heart attack, pretty much out of the blue, at age 47, while DH was in college. So he has some personal experience of what I'm going through. We both think it's likely my mom will sell the house within a year--I hope she moves in with her sister Brenda, who lives by herself, fairly close to VCOB. Mom is very healthy for her age, so I don't think it'd make sense for her to go into assisted living, but I doubt she'll want to live alone. But that's all up to her.


Fay - Jul 30, 2005 9:38:02 am PDT #3897 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

I was rejected

Arse. Silly tart.

Nevertheless, you get a HousePoint for trying, even if drunk. Nothing ventured, and all that.

it's better to look for a dress now than to have to do it in 24 hours while trying to pack and make last-minute arrangements to catch a flight.

Word.


Scrappy - Jul 30, 2005 9:45:47 am PDT #3898 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

I remember packing to go home for what turned out to be my dad's final illness. I packed a black velvet dress, just in case. It felt bad but oddly comforting to do it, as it was going to be one more thing I wasn't going to have to worry about once I was there. Better to think about trivialities now, than having them clutter up your mind later, when you will need all your strength and energy to focus on your family.


erikaj - Jul 30, 2005 9:47:44 am PDT #3899 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

Hey, buddy, welcome to the "I Gave 'em My Heart, they gave me a pen," society. Glad to have you...wouldn't want to be that big a schlemiel by myself. I bet if I got drunk everything I'd send out would make perfect sense, since I could do that sober...nah, just kidding. If this was a movie, *we'd* hook up now. IJS.


Volans - Jul 30, 2005 9:50:24 am PDT #3900 of 10001
move out and draw fire

Robin is wise.

Of course, my family changed the rules on me for my dad's funeral, so I had to change what I had packed anyway, but that's mememe.

Does your dad have a will and everything? It's a horrible thing to have to ask, but none of you are going to want to deal with any legal questions afterwards, if it can be helped.


Susan W. - Jul 30, 2005 9:52:59 am PDT #3901 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

My parents had a local lawyer draw up a will for them when I was in high school--just your straightforward "If one of us dies first, the other gets everything; if we die at the same time, split it in four equal shares between the children," and I assume it's still there and valid.


Laura - Jul 30, 2005 9:59:33 am PDT #3902 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

I went shopping with my sisters and mother after Dad died. None of us could think what to wear. I wore a yellow and gray dress. I thought of him every time I wore it after that day.

It's good to have as much in order before hand as possible, but in some ways it helps to have stuff you have to do after as well.

I'm glad your mother has VCOB and her sister close by. It is hard when you aren't living near your family. I haven't lived close to my parents for over 30 years. The whole being out of the loop thing is tough.

Is VCOB good with communicating with you?


Laura - Jul 30, 2005 10:07:58 am PDT #3903 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Fruit loops:

I rarely remember to go to LJ anymore, but the friends page filled with gold stars is kinda cute.


askye - Jul 30, 2005 11:39:09 am PDT #3904 of 10001
Thrive to spite them

IF I took an Alieve an hour ago would it be okay to take some Pamprin? I forgot I had that and the Alieve isn't doing any good. My house is a wreck, I made plans with dad for him to come over and watch Farscape and have dinner and I don't want to cancel but I feel like crap.