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.
That must be hard, Hec. I’m sorry.
Oh, Matilda. That breaks my heart (more). So unfair that she has to weather this.
And as others have said, outrageously unfair that you have to be the calm center of the emotional shit storm.
