I confirmed that they will be there till at least Wed (boo, full shoulder replacement surgery, apparently. In my internal event-reconstructive narrative his injuries are a result of trying to lift the truck off her.) Sadly edible arragements won't deliver anywhere in that time frame (pick up only! jerks.) but i did find a local place that will deliver a nice basket of fruit/cheese/crackers/sausage on Monday so that is nice. I've been txting with the son/husband and he has indeed not yet slept but at least got himself a steak dinner last night. Sounds like the group of parental friends are being super supportive (hopefully not cloying or claustophobia-inducing) and taking care of the two adult kids as well as their recovering dad.

And thanks for the rec of checklists, that's a really good idea. None of them are super organized so it's guaranteed to be a tear-sodden mess. My friend is super good at organization/planning...tho she's still in PDX with the kids till it's funeral time.

You're a good friend, Erin.

yeah, what Trudy said.

Oh I am so sorry, Erin. I've met them haven't I? Very sad. Lovely family.

I agree, send food. Remind him to shower and take a walk even if he won't go and try and sleep. Flowers are pretty but there are far more useful things and they won't wilt or make you sneeze.

When my Dad first fell and we were trying to find a specific diagnosis, I ate because my sister brought Jamba Juice oatmeal and a spoon or left food at the house for Mom and I to heat or my uncle made a huge salad. Also P texted me to ask if I'd eaten a lot because she was the one person I let do that. I just had to reply. Could be one word. And I never had to say how I was doing. Just be reminded that it would be good if I'd eaten once or twice that day and either taken a short walk or tried to sleep.

You are a really good friend.

Erin, that is.. wow. Not sure what to say. And you are a great friend in need. Being a 911 operator, can you reach out to your compadres in the other city, and ask for recommendations/help? Locals always know the best places.

Dearest Auntie Fucknut, Man, I'm so glad Facebook "brought us together" after fifteenyears or whatever. And I'm happy, for your sake, that you really do have, you know, A Big Strong Man(TM) who has killed shit for a living, and you've got kids, and grandkids and a huge house. Yay, you. You are probably the last woman in the world to go from your father's house to your husband's house without being scarred when the dream failed to come true.(well, okay, you married a Mormon guy as a teen and sewed yourself some truly unfortunate sundresses.) But I'm thirty-nine...the prince is probably not coming(And maybe I want a princess more?) But what would you have me do...since I can't go back to being the loveable 10yo in the shit-brown wheelchair?

Oh fuck that shit, erikaj. She's giving you a lecture on how happy you'd be if you were her? No on.

Oh, erika, ick.

Oh, erika, that makes me rageful on your behalf. She's probably not nearly as happy as she pretends to be.

We're back from our Much Ado daytrip. We ended up having to take a detour on a very scary, dark road, but other than that it was a nice day.

Not really that, but I know she doesn't get my feminist posts. Not to sound like I'm validating Rush's thing about being ugly and needing feminism, but I couldn't follow the path that she and her daughters are on, even if I wanted to. To be honest, my fertility would have probably always been a chancy thing...I don't come from a long line of women squeezing them out, no problem, or maybe my whole life would have been different...the kind of guys that want to handle everything run from me like my breath stinks(probably a wise survival instinct on their parts) and I'm sure she does not get the extent to which my father has lost interest in heading up my family, or whatever patriarchs do. Of course, we aren't going to have the same politics/feelings on abortion, etc.(Of course, I can't say anything about the little gift her loving husband brought her from Desert Storm...only that antibiotics eventually took care of it.) I don't even know how you do that in Muslim country, but she'd be upset my mother told me.