Holy fucking shit "humans", Tep.
It was mind-blowing how shitty they were. All dressed in nice suits and well-coiffed, and every single one of them except a grandmother ignored R. and her son. (The grandmother came over and hugged R. and cried with her and squeezed the son's hand.) Fuck them all so much.
A funeral is totally the best time to be petty.
And the funeral started with the Jeff Buckley iteration of "Hallelujah," so I was not well-inclined toward the family to begin with.
Oh, my god, I shouldn't laugh at that.
Good lord, what asshats, Steph. I'm sorry Tim's ex had to deal with them on top of losing her daughter.
I want to say that's un-fucking-believable but I have no problem believing it. Petty and cruel, and I'm so glad that R and her son had you and Tim and all her other people there for support.
The world needs to cut you a break.
I shot photographs and day drank.
You say that like it's a bad thing. Sounds like a Saturday well spent. I wish I were day drinking RIGHT NOW but it'd probably slow day my grading even further.
Oh, my god, I shouldn't laugh at that.
No, I really almost laughed, despite Tim's ex sobbing her heart out at the end of our allotted pew.
I'm sorry Tim's ex had to deal with them on top of losing her daughter.
The great good thing is that last week in Texas (R. ended up moving to Texas after Daughter's Horrible Father kidnapped her and moved her to Texas, because she wanted to be near her daughter), they had a big memorial service and it was FULL of R.'s friends and family, and tons of Daughter's friends, and not a lot of Daughter's Horrible Father's family. So that's a comfort to R. and her son.
I'm glad the service is over now. I hope R and son no longer have to deal with the asshats and can grieve in their own way now.
You know you feel crap when you go to hang dry some laundry and you have about 5 items hung before you realize that nothing is damp and you had forgotten to actually start the washer in the first place.
The world needs to cut you a break.
I'm migraine-y and SO over 2016 already. This is the 5th funeral/memorial we've been to this year. And the fact that R.'s daughter died from a drug overdose just hits me really hard, given my brother's recent relapse.
But I'm choosing to take migraine meds and read comic books and not think about any of that for the rest of the night.