Not that good a post.
What? She killed 'em with mathematics. What else could it have been?
Jayne ,'Objects In Space'
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Emily - Sep 24, 2008 8:00:29 am PDT #6479 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Glamcookie - Sep 24, 2008 8:06:58 am PDT #6480 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
You people need to post more! I've reached the end of the Internets!
Connie Neil - Sep 24, 2008 8:08:08 am PDT #6481 of 10001
brillig
"Do what you love!"
"I love sleeping late, playing with the cat, and reading trashy fiction. So I need to become a rich man's mistress?"
Vortex - Sep 24, 2008 8:13:02 am PDT #6482 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
How are you holding up, by the way? And your mom?
I'm okay. I keep waiting for it to really hit me, but now I wonder if it will just always hit me in small ways. I love to talk about him, but I get a little teary, and then I feel bad for the person who I'm talking to, because it's awkward for them. Everyone I know says that they know how much my dad meant to me, just by how I talked about him. Which is nice, but sad making. (insert appropriate emoticon here. Not sure if smiley or frowny is better. You decide)
javachik - Sep 24, 2008 8:19:12 am PDT #6483 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Vortex, I wouldn't worry about it being awkward. Your friends want to know how you really are, tears or not, and they love you. I know because I am one.
Vortex - Sep 24, 2008 8:24:41 am PDT #6484 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Your friends want to know how you really are, tears or not, and they love you.
friends I'm fine with. it's random coworkers and acquaintances. Plus, since he died unexpectedly, they all want to know what happened. This is actually good, since I've repeated the story so many times, it's almost like it happened to someone else.
I sometimes have a selfish reaction when people say "oh, my dad died when he was 84" and I think "why didn't my dad get that long?". They're trying to be empathetic because they know somewhat what I'm going through, but when they tell me about their dad's long life, I resent it a little. But that's normal, I suppose. Or I'm a selfish bitch. Either way, it is what it is.
javachik - Sep 24, 2008 8:28:43 am PDT #6485 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
it's random coworkers and acquaintances. Plus, since he died unexpectedly, they all want to know what happened.
Oh yeah, I can see what you mean there.
hippocampus - Sep 24, 2008 8:43:18 am PDT #6486 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
::climbs into corner and looks for things to smash::
WindSparrow - Sep 24, 2008 8:45:05 am PDT #6487 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Vortex, it sucks. You get sick of saying and hearing certain phrases. No one else's grief is the same, and yet we are all alike. I don't know if it is always going to hit you in small ways, or if one day it will blow all the coping you've been doing out of the water. All I know for sure is that this is a safe place.
Now would be a brilliant time for Buffista Island to suddenly become a reality, so that the safe place that this is could be more than virtual hairpats and punctuation.
Connie Neil - Sep 24, 2008 8:47:04 am PDT #6488 of 10001
brillig
You get sick of saying and hearing certain phrases
Wrod. You wish you had cards you could hand out so you wouldn't have to have the same awkward conversation over and over. It makes me with for mourning garb to come back so people would see it and realize that a bit more delicacy is needed.