Bethy Blue
Sooooo.... today has been the anniversary of what most of my family refers to (in some manner or another) as "The Worse Day So Far." Not fun. We all kind of hold our breath leading up to Nov 17, wondering if the vague senses of rhythm and/or meaning we've built back in to our lives will carry us through the day or if we shall, one more time, all fall into weeping piles of sadness.
Today was the worst day I've had all year. But it wasn't as bad as the previous years. It was sporadic---I felt ok for hours at a time and then... not so much.
We're all agreed: Beth, its one thing to disappear from the face of the earth but couldn't you just make a flipping phone call once in a while? Or hell; just come back and we can forget all about this cancer and dying nonsense.
I'm remembering the inimitable Donald Walker saying something along the lines of, "well, if your Mom would just give up this sneaky "leave-me-alone-I'm-dead routine of hers..." Heh. Indeed. Give it up, Boo.
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Sorry, don't quite know what to say, but... sorry.
that's all there is, really; thanks.
It is a very sad time for our family. Bethy, Martha Ann and Laurel all died at this time of year, all way too soon. You hit the Don Walker quote right on. Now if they would just let their presence be known so we would know they were still with us in spirit. Hope you feel better with each day. I'm crying at my desk right now, haha. LYFE Milo's Nonna
Laurel and Boo both young mothers -- wasn't Lolly 42 when she died as well? I wonder if Beth's kids have ever even met Laurel's...
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