I just watched the episode of Bones that made Steph cry. It made me cry too.
Ah, I feel vindicated.
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I just watched the episode of Bones that made Steph cry. It made me cry too.
Ah, I feel vindicated.
was it the angsty music? tell me that it wasn't the angsty music.
Oh, Raq... I am so terribly sorry for your friends. I am glad she is physically okay, though I'm sure, as you said, either would gladly trade their lives right now. It's just a sadness I can't even begin to get my head around. It's too much.
Raq, I join the chorus of sorrow for your friends. It is, truly, an unimaginable loss.
A few years ago, next week, friends lost their twins two weeks before their due dates as the result of a botched amnio. We were speechless...there just are no words. So, instead of sound, I made soup...and reflected on a scene from...of all places..."Life Goes On". On the show, a retired vet dons a white robe and plays a plaintive piece of music on a recorder, under the window of a woman who had lost a child to miscarriage. He later explained that, in Korea, the ritual helps to guide the child's spirit on its journey. I'm not sure why that gave me such great comfort but his simple words, "Some spirits just aren't meant to stay," really lightened my own grief. Enough so that I could really be there for the parents.
May all your hearts find healing. I'm so sorry.
Stupid will of the people.
Seconded.
Oh, fucking hell, this day will not end. Fuck you Tuesday! You suck.
Raq, that is so terribly sad. My condolences.
Beej, I like the idea of a tradition like that. I'm afraid that here in America we've lost contact with many of those type traditions that could help start the healing. Traditions often have a good purpose behind them, they're not just "because it's what we've always done."
I feel like a big bitch. I just chased off my roommate and his friends to his room. They were watching tv, and I was annoyed, but it's his house too, so...
But, apparently it showed, and he appologized, and they left. Now I feel like a big bitch. 'Cause, I mean, really. I could have gone to my room...one is easier than three.
For Jilli. Skull socks.
Not a bitch.
He's had tons of friends over all the time. He can hang in his own room for a bit.
I feel like a big bitch.
OTOH, maybe they recognized that tons of work to do trumps hanging out doing not much of anything.