The Isolated Blurt Thread XXIX: No Whining

[Lyricalli]

My sympathies, Farrah and Wings. That's tough stuff.

 

[Noor]

I am so sorry, Farrah.

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[Conager]

Lots of understandable angst and anxiety these last couple of days. I tend to say the wrong thing if I lead with my mouth so I let the feelings resonate with me, reflect on my own experiences, then try to offer hope, support or condolences, as appropriate.

Fata: So glad your Mum gave 'em the rope-a-dope. I feel as though I can see her fighting spitit through you. How could Fata Sr. not turn away Saint Peter with a clever retort. (I mean the heavenly ass-hook fitter, not our local one.)

Luk: Your love for her shines bright. I was touched. Your plans to enjoy her to the end are perfect.

Wings: Loss of a pet is as real and wrenching as any other loss. Maybe worse, since they give nothing but love and we have few regrets until their passing. What struck a vibrant chord, though, was the picture you painted as you are absorbing this loss through the pain of a child. So hard to see them take that wallop, knowing there is nothing that can cushion it. The certain knowledge that these circle of life lessons are natural and part of them growing into the caring, compassionate adults they will be is of little comfort.

Farrah: There is never enough time, but if this truly is coming soon, please focus on all you -were- able to do for and with her through all 33 years, not on any regrets about what factors of time and distance denied you of soaking up in haste of days, weeks, or months. You love her, you'll miss her, and misplaced survivors guilt is very real and will assault you. 33 is far too young to lose your mother. I pray the moments you do get with her and have had with her sustain you for a lifetime.

I was estranged from both my parents twice for years at a time. I, bull-headed, was determined to take the last period to the grave. I nearly did. Shortly before he found out why he had been feeling so run-down (he had been so robust up to that point he was cutting trails as a volunteer ranger with the Forest Service) my peacemaker child had connected with my Mom via social media. She started the gentle campaign to try to get me to reconnect with my parents. I gently pushed the idea aside but she was insistent. She said to me "Dad you've hurt my feelings before and I still talk to you."

So, I sent my mom a note on Mothers day thanking her for my love of reading, writing and words. Over time, arrangements were made for a visit. We flew up to my brother's town then drove the hour and a half to the coast. We managed to make it there for my dad's last birthday. We all did a pretty good job of avoiding any sore spots and appreciating each other. There was a small thing that my dad asked of me that haunts me a little it would have given him some comfort and it would have cost me nothing. He likes to be involved in technological little things and even though obviously I could easily find a Bible app on my phone if I was so inclined, he wanted to show me a great one and how to install it. I relatively politely declined but again it would have cost me nothing. I doubt it mattered as much to him as it now does to me. There all always regrets about the goodbye process, but know those details are unimportant.

I know that's all pretty long for a blurt, but I told you that to tell you that from time to time I feel his presence watching over me and I can't imagine with the love that you have for your sweet mother, that she won't always be there for you.

My dad was always more prayerful about such things than I, so prayers for all of you, and those you love, on his behalf.

 

[Conager]

So much sadness.

Xxxxx

. . .underpinned by love and joy.

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[Not Normal]

We put the furry ginger down tomorrow. Hugging my oldest while she held him tonight has to be the hardest part. Even teenagers need to be held when they're sad.

I'm sure your kitty was lucky to be your kitty.

My sister called to tell me that our mother is dying. Her heart is too weak to hold its own against the building fluid. She will begin dialysis immediately, but her kidneys are only working at 15%, and the doctors have advised her to put her affairs in order. She made her will yesterday, and tomorrow the funeral director is coming to her home to make her burial arrangements.

Mom had downplayed so much, until she couldn't any longer, and I am, I think, in some kind of shock. I'm exhausted from crying, but completely restless. I called her, and I sobbed. Like a selfish fucking brat. She's dying, and she had to comfort ME. Apologized for not telling me sooner, but she knew I would take it the hardest.

We're trying to make travel plans. She wants to see her grandson one last time. I can't believe we're planning for a final visit. She's been sick, and I'm not dumb; I knew it was bad. But I had no idea we were here, at the end of the road. How can this be happening?

She told me tonight that the happiest moment of her life was meeting my son and watching us together. That I'm an amazing mother, and she couldn't be prouder. That she loves Clutch with all her heart for bringing me such great happiness, that she feel tremendous peace in knowing I'm loved and cared for.

I told her that she's my best friend and how sorry I am for taking her for granted. I promised to be nice to her SO after her death and to remember that he would be hurting, too. I'm ashamed to say that I begged her not to go, like she has any say in the matter. But in no way am I ready to let her go. I'm 33, with a child of my own, and I've never needed my mother more.

I know there's nothing I can say, but please know I'm thinking of you and your mom. and your family.

 

[Saint Peter]

Farrah

 

[yossi]

There's nothing like that first, intuitive stretch of the morning.

 

[phantom4533]

I'd very much like to stretch this morning out until early afternoon.

 

[parodyluvr75]

 

[Conager]

There's nothing like that first, intuitive stretch of the morning.

Meh, cats do it better.

8.3 outta 10.

 

[yossi]

Cats are so haughty when they stretch. They should be - they're obviously, ridiculously superior at it.

 

[yossi]

I wasn't planning on cumming, but I did, and I can't say that I'm disappointed. Leg shaking, hip lifting, but silent.

 

[Conager]

I wasn't planning on cumming, but I did, and I can't say that I'm disappointed. Leg shaking, hip lifting, but silent.

Gosh. I'm blushing.

That is, by far, the best review I have ever gotten for a dick pic sent.

 

[Wings]

Wings...

Oh sweetheart

You know my number. Use it if you need it.

 

[Lyricalli]

Gosh. I'm blushing.

That is, by far, the best review I have ever gotten for a dick pic sent.

By far?! Fuck you. I'm never writing a poem for your dick pics again.

 

[Disgustipated]

Luk: Your love for her shines bright. I was touched. Your plans to enjoy her to the end are perfect.

Thank you, Q.

 

[JohnnySavage]

The coffee is exceptional this morning

 

[JohnnySavage]

One of the many things I spend time wondering about is: Why is diner coffee so much better than coffee at home? It could be the giant urn, or the constant brewing.

Harvard should fund a study.

 

[removed9556]

 

[JohnnySavage]

Interesting - I find the opposite. Perhaps Harvard should fund my ticket to America in order to be a control in your experiment.

I'm not sure your tea-tuned palate would be the best judge of coffee.

 

[Aglaopheme]

ladies.

 

[Aglaopheme]

I have a sudden craving for Thai iced coffee. I guess because it is the best hole-in-the-wall coffee around. I will to my hand at making my own.

 

[Fata Morgana]

Des, got some of that new marmalade you posted. Not gone beyond dry humping the jar as yet though.