Relieved and heartbroken needs a word of its own, I think.
It does. Love, comfort, and peace to all of you, David.
And such gratitude for Jacqueline's amazing, beautiful existence and all the lives she touched.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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Relieved and heartbroken needs a word of its own, I think.
It does. Love, comfort, and peace to all of you, David.
And such gratitude for Jacqueline's amazing, beautiful existence and all the lives she touched.
I've hit the listening to sad music stage of the day. Possibly predictably.
Welp. I found the place where Matilda lost her shit.
When they came to take the body.
“I don’t want them to take her!”
“I don’t want to leave! I don’t want to leave!”
“It’s not fair! I don’t want them to take her!”
Sobbing. Sobbing. Sobbing the whole time.
Oh my heart. Yeah, that’s…yeah.
Oh, poor sweet Matilda. I hate like hell that she has to go through this. It's so fucking unfair.
Oh Matilda. My heart aches for her.
Oh god, my heart just breaks for her. Poor thing. And for you, having to help guide her through it. It's too much.
David, that is heartbreaking.
Oh, David. Oh, Matilda. Nothing about it is fair.
Relieved and heartbroken needs a word of its own, I think.
So much, yes.
And for you, having to help guide her through it. It's too much.
My MiL had her own little feral freakout filled with fury and repression and crushing implosion.
I told her not to watch, but she came out and did and it wasn't a good thing for her to do. But she couldn't stop herself. Like Matilda she was fairly ready to claw her way through the hearse to get to her beloved.