That doesn't sound weird. It's wonderful that you can all be there for her, and each other. And it was kind of you to say the rosary.

{{Nora}}

Boffistas

Best typo!

I realize I'm biased, but he is amazing. They all are, really.

As are you. You are being amazing through this too, Tep.

Steph, it doesn't sound weird at all. I had a blast visiting my aunt and yet the occasion was her dying, It comes in all shapes. My night's gutbust was hearing what my uncle said to my mom when she said she knew it was hurting him immeasurably: "that's what love is." From a macho, taciturn dude. Yeah, that's what is it.

Hang in there.

{{{Teppy}}}

And you never have to reply to all the messages -- just know that we've all got you and T and his mom in our hearts.

The process is hard, the getting to the point of Being Over. Blessings on you all for the process having some grace.

I'm really craving beef.

You don't have a Steak-On-A-Stick franchise that delivers?

Steak-On-A-Stick was bought out by You'll-Eat-Tofu-And-LIKE-It.

Bastards.

You are being amazing through this too, Tep.

Aww, fuck. I'm like Spoon River Anthology in my head. Seriously. There's a Greek chorus of madmen in here. I want Tim back. I want him in bed with me tonight. I hate having our lives and schedules all kerfucked. I don't WANT to be supportive because *I* want to fling myself on the ground and have a tantrum over the massive unfair-itude of Death, Inc.

I don't want to keep hugging the people who visit (I appreciate Tim's dad's taciturn brothers, who Do Not Hug). And I really want some goddamn beef.

I *do* know that what I *do* is more important than the madmen in my head, but I do not feel amazing. I feel insane and wired and WANT BEEF NOW.

I feel insane and wired and WANT BEEF NOW.

Seriously, there's no Chinese restaurant in Cincy that delivers beef and broccoli after midnight, huh?

Maybe the liquor store has some beef jerky in a jar?

Things sound like they are going as well as they possibly can , Steph. Sending you continued strength.

Something no one told me( for Nora) ...but I am now pretty sure when some of our arguments are going to happen. Either matt is stressed and suddenly the kitchen isn't clean enough - or for some reason I feel ignored - which happens a lot when I haven't had enough sleep , or my routine has been interrupted too many days in a row. haven't really been able to stop them ... but I know when they are coming. Takes some of the edge off.

My night's gutbust was hearing what my uncle said to my mom when she said she knew it was hurting him immeasurably: "that's what love is."

At one point tonight, it was just me sitting on one side of Tim's mom's bed, and Tim's dad on the other. And he was holding her hand and talking to her, and then he started with the tears, but just a little. And he said -- to her -- "Oh, I'm sorry."

And I said, "Don't be sorry; you feel this way because you love her."

"I do," he said. "And she loves me."

"That is *never* something to be sorry for," I said.

Seriously, there's no Chinese restaurant in Cincy that delivers beef and broccoli after midnight, huh?

Probably, but I really do gotta go to bed. By the time beef appeared at my door, it would be close to 1 a.m.