So, anyway, we got another kick in the ass by 2007 on its way out... my cousin's wife's (this is the wife of the son of the uncle that just died a couple weeks ago) younger brother died of a drug OD on Sunday night or Monday morning.
Jesus. This will be 3 funerals in 5 weeks.
The kid was 25 years old.
Oh, Nora, I'm so sorry. Your poor family, including, of course, you.
Damn.
Oh, Nora, that's awful. I'm so sorry.
Oh, damn. Nora, I am so sorry...
(((Nora)))
Dear 2008, please give Nora and her family a break and be trauma-free.
No Love,
Bitches
Damn, Nora {{my best to all that have to deal with this}}
{{{{nora & family}}}}
Oy vey.
I didn't even want to post anything about it because... sheesh. If I weren't me, I'd think I was Penlinding this shit.
It's just so hard to bounce back when you keep getting these calls, keep holding grieving people, looking at corpses in caskets.
Oh, Nora, I'm so sorry. *hugs you*