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puella -> RE: U died Thursday-what r ppl sayin? (4/27/2007 4:07:32 PM)
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Okay, here comes Downer Debbie (wah -wah)
I know you meant this as a fun kind of thread but... I over think everything and am a big fucking anvil tied around the ankle of every Wylie Coyote... so here I go at fulfilling my obligation.
Your question is actually a very interesting one.
When my mom died, the devastation was incalculable. The days before the funeral were spent in numbness and sadness and fear and despair.
Then came the funereal and the gathering afterwards. I learned a lot in that time... I learned a lot about my mom that as a young girl, I had not the opportunity to learn and know of her at that point.
I learned how everyone loved her. I learned how she brought out beauty and light in everyone who knew her, from the most casual contact to the most intimate. The numbers of people who came and wept for her passing was staggering, and there stories, shared in the jarred home that she no longer made vibrant, brought laughter, tears and solace of some sort.
It made me feel I knew her better, and it made me wish that she could hear these wonderful stories of her.. some choked out through the attempted containment of sobs, some lovingly shared, and others brought with laughter and the real beauty of the woman herself...
None of us know what others will really think of us at our passing, but it is an interesting idea to think about it... thank you pahunkboy, I have enjoyed reading the responses.
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