Night shift, wandering through and adding my ~ma for the first day of former and new routine. No wisdom to offer, just withness.
'Lessons'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
All condolences, Connie. Right now is for taking care of yourself, no apologies.
So it turns out the lease payment is going towards funeral-type expenses after all, just as I feared. The body donor program can't take him due to his condition. Fortunately I do have the money, I'll just have to save up the rest towards the cataract surgery later.
I pity the bereaved who have no warning, who have no chance to rehearse, to plan contingencies for coping. It can suck to be strong, to have to carry others, but it's better than being a helpless lump on the floor.
Ugh. I hope you find an option that feels right for you.
Yes, as much as it is a horror to lose your loved one with some advance warning, it is that much more to deal with the sudden unanticipated loss. All in all, either sucks mightily.
Ah, crap, Connie, I'm sorry.
I find myself talking to my bobble-head Phil Coulson on my desk. "Isn't that right, Plastic Phil?" And he nods.
Connie, I am so sorry.
Plastic Phil is wise.
I'm sorry, Connie. There are non-medical scientific uses for bodies, such as the body farm in Tennessee. Would you like me to check around?
You guys both loved Firefly, right Connie? As demo'd by Zoe, white is the Chinese color for mourning, IIRC.