Tara ,'Get It Done'
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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.
When they came to take the body.
Just before I moved to Portland, my grandma passed. Watching my step-mom lose her shit with grief was the hardest thing I've ever been through.
When my Dad was dying, I knew that was something I needed to keep private. I ran outside after he died just to have a few moments for myself.
Unlike Mom years later, we called for transport right after and it was so awful that I hadn't had time to process anything.
Matilda will perservive. People adapt no matter the pain. But I am heartbroken she has to endure this.
David, that’s so much for you to deal with. I’m sorry.
David, you, Matilda, and Emmett are very much in my thoughts.
I just told the Guinea Pigs.
This makes me think of the Museum of Jurassic Technology. I don't remember if Jacqueline had been there or not. I'm sure she would have loved it. I know it was one of Jen K's favorite places on earth.
Probably my favorite exhibit is "Telling the Bees" about folk remedies and rituals. The exhibit gets it's name from an entry about how in some places, if you kept bees, you had to inform them of major events in the family like births and deaths, or else the bees would leave.
It seems appropriate to tell the poor piggins.
Oh Matilda. Oh kiddo.
… I guess this is when I start crying.
....and now my MiL, Sunny, just left in a screaming rage.
The Oakland cousins are coming to pick her up.
Emotional dysregulation in all directions.
I ululated while listening to Welcome to the Black Parade, driving across Lake Pontchartrain, at sunset.
I know nothing will make it easier on any of you, but I truly wish that weren't the case. I am also sorry that you have to be the one holding your shit together.
My mom died at home. When they took her body, that’s when it became real. I totally get Matilda losing her shit then.
I hope you (David), and the family can surf the swells of big emotions as they arise.
Oh, David. When all the “pending” lets go. When the focus of your grief has nowhere else to turn. Wishing everyone grace & a place to sit with it all.