I just wish... I wish my mom was here.
Oh fine, make me cry. That's exactly what I'm feeling right now. It's been almost 2 years since my mom died, and I still want to pick up the phone and call her almost evey day. I honestly don't think I'll ever be able to watch
The Body
again.
Me neither Rayne. There's a part of me that would kind of like to, but I don't see it happening anytime soon.
This morning's FX ep had "But she doesn't love me". *sigh*. Not that I thought that she should have stayed with the Hall Monitor (BuffyNAngle4EVA!!!), but that was sad.
FX has a marathon this Friday. Back to School or something or another.
I'm Google Girl this morning.
The marathon on Friday starts at noon CST. (Plus the regular scheduled airings in the morning.)
It will be:
WTTH
The Harvest
When She was Bad
Faith, Hope & Trick
The Freshman
Living Conditions
I guess I should do some more work now. Hey, have you ever googled Google? It doesn't cause a rip in the time/space continuum as I had hoped it might...
That's a strange, strange, strange combination of episodes. Since it is back to school I understand it though, but still odd for some reason.
Oh fine, make me cry. That's exactly what I'm feeling right now. It's been almost 2 years since my mom died, and I still want to pick up the phone and call her almost evey day. I honestly don't think I'll ever be able to watch The Body again.
Me neither Rayne. There's a part of me that would kind of like to, but I don't see it happening anytime soon.
I think I watched The Body once after my father died. I was okay. Forever, on the other hand, was both really difficult, and really cathartic. When is it two years for you, Rayne? How long for you, brenda?
Two years on September 5th from breast cancer. I wrote a bit about it here. I've basically been a mess since she died.
Two years on September 5th from breast cancer. I wrote a bit about it here. I've basically been a mess since she died.
Awww, Rayne. My mom died of cancer right after I got out of college. The pain gets less, but the loss never really does.
edited:
Because while I want to acknowledge that sense of loss, I don't want to imply that the grieving and the life-mess is continual. It's not. Things get better and eventually you're able to fold your life around that absence and make it whole again.
Two years on September 5th from breast cancer. I wrote a bit about it here. I've basically been a mess since she died.
I remember you writing to me when I lost my dad. It meant so much. Your essay is beautiful, Rayne. So beautiful. You know, when my dad died, I already knew I'd never get over it. I was extremely close to my maternal grandmother. I had lost plenty of other people I loved, but save my Nana, none so close. She died in 1992, and it is as fresh now as ever. But being prepared for pain by other pain isn't really much of a comfort.
Awww, Rayne. My mom died of cancer right after I got out of college. The pain gets less, but the loss never really does.
That's the thing. They leave a hole. You learn where it is. You learn not to fall blindly into it most of the time. But even on your best days, you are still always walking around a hole.
edited: Because while I want to acknowledge that sense of loss, I don't want to imply that the grieving and the life-mess is continual. It's not. Things get better and eventually you're able to fold your life around that absence and make it whole again.
edited here also -
Yes, to this. I didn't want to imply what Hec didn't want to imply.