Maria, you are in my thoughts. I've been there far too recently, though I suspect I had more of an emotional remove. If you do need to run away for a bit, you know where I am. And I'll do my best you have that breathing space so that you can go home again.
And you're sure this isn't just some fanboy thing? 'Cause I've fought more than a couple pimply, overweight vamps that called themselves Lestat.
Buffy ,'Lessons'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
sarameg - Mar 15, 2011 4:18:27 pm PDT #17695 of 30000
Anne W. - Mar 15, 2011 4:19:36 pm PDT #17696 of 30000
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
{{{{{Maria}}}}}}}
I wish I knew what else to say, other than I will be keeping you and your family in my thoughts.
Calli - Mar 15, 2011 4:24:52 pm PDT #17697 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I'm scared that if I can't bear this pain now and it's just my uncle, what's going to happen when it's my father, or mother, or sister, or husband? I will break, and I won't be able to put myself together again.
Several other, wise people said very smart things. I'll also add, in all seriousness, that sometimes drugs help, too. I got through my dad's last days and the following ceremonies and organization and whatnot with the help of friends, family, screaming into a pillow, and Xanax. While not everyone needs all of these, I think each can have a place. Drugs didn't stop me from feeling, but they helped me keep it together while I needed to do other things, and then fall apart in a safe, private place.
I am sorry about your uncle's prognosis.
Scrappy - Mar 15, 2011 4:28:05 pm PDT #17698 of 30000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
When my dad was dying in the ICU, we were all frayed to bits. I was staying with my mom, and I would tell her I was going to bed around 8pm every night, but it was just that I REALLY needed to get away from everyone by the end of the day. I laid in bed every night and read Notes From a Small Island. Bill Bryson saved my sanity during that last stretch. I lived in that book like it was a desert island in the ocean.
Burrell - Mar 15, 2011 4:41:04 pm PDT #17699 of 30000
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
There's something in Erin's post that reminds me of an Emily Dickinson poem, one of my favorites, and one I think of often when life gets hard. Number 419 (I hope I get the breaks right):
We grow accustomed to the Dark--
When Light is put awway--
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To withness her Goodbye--
A Moment--We uncertain step
For newness of the night--
Then--fit our Vision to the Dark--
And meet the Road --erect--
And so of larger --Darknesses--
Those Evenings of the Brain--
When not a Moon disclose a sign--
Or Star--come out--within--
The Bravest--grope a little--
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead--
But as they learn to see--
Either the Darkness alters--
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight--
And Life steps almost straight.
Glamcookie - Mar 15, 2011 5:06:57 pm PDT #17700 of 30000
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
{{{Maria}}} Thinking of you.
~ma to all who need it. Sadly, I barely keep up around here anymore. My newly walking boy takes all of my time! [link] [link]
lisah - Mar 15, 2011 5:10:08 pm PDT #17701 of 30000
Punishingly Intricate
aw, geez, GC! That's A LOT of cute!
Barb - Mar 15, 2011 5:20:11 pm PDT #17702 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Oh, Glam... he looks so PROUD!
Steph L. - Mar 15, 2011 5:21:32 pm PDT #17703 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Walking boy!!! LOVE!!!
Strix - Mar 15, 2011 5:21:36 pm PDT #17704 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
It's good to see you, though!!
ADORBS!