Your fawn sounds like my bees.
I thought of your bees!
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Your fawn sounds like my bees.
I thought of your bees!
Oh, now I'm all verklemmt. More so than a little while ago, even.
Eta: because, you know, connectedness of all buffistas
I was even going to explain about the bees, and then I realized it would involve first explaining to Tim's family about the invisible people, and how, no, really, they are MAH PEOPLE who I would do anything for, and not axe-murdering scam artists. And so they might not even understand that, not being well-versed in the realm of invisible non-axe-murdering people.
And beyond that, it would have involved explaining your own experience, which is not mine to tell, so I just thought of your bees and smiled.
I was even going to explain about the bees, and then I realized it would involve first explaining to Tim's family about the invisible people, and how, no, really, they are MAH PEOPLE who I would do anything for, and not axe-murdering scam artists. And so they might not even understand that, not being well-versed in the realm of invisible non-axe-murdering people.
It's so difficult to explain the buffistas to others sometimes. I usually just say, "A friend of mine..."
I am tempted to commit emoticon. I will be strong. But I am smiling.
The smile is contagious with understanding.
I'm glad that the funeral went as well as it could. May you and yours be able to get some peaceful rest tonight.
I love your bees, -t, and think about them and you every.single.time I see a bee in my backyard. I even tell them "hey there's a beautiful place up the highway you should see!"
I guess I've always thought of funerals as something sacred -- or maybe I mean solemn -- that "everyday" events shouldn't impinge upon. But I've never really examined that belief, just kind of gone along with it. As I think about it, there's no reason not to take pictures at a funeral; it's just not commonplace. (As far as I know.)
A lot of people asked me at the time if we we'd videotaped my mom's funeral. And for a moment I felt like I'd lost an opportunity. But, for me, it felt right that the whole thing was sort of ephemeral and hazy.
But if a record is what will make it feel right for him, more power to him.
I love the bees. And even the fawn. My story is about a rock.
Hee, javachik!
As I recall, that was a pretty good rock story.
The day after my father's funeral, my sisters and mother and I went to a big shopping mall that was always a planned day trip to go to. It was a surprisingly congenial trip (for us) and such a blessing to get out of the funeral focus we'd been in for the last week.
Blessings on you and yours, Teppy.