BYH 2: Electric Boogaloo
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So sorry to read of your loss, Wenders.
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My mom passed a little over a week ago.
I'm still pretty numb about it all. I had to hold my father together because he was / is close to falling apart. They just celebrated 45 years of marriage.
I haven't accepted that I'll never hear her voice again, that she'll never text me a high five when K-State scores again. That she won't be at my wedding, or see her step-grandkids graduate from high school and be the awesome people that they're preparing to be.
We had the service at a church back in Kansas that we hadn't attended in 15 years, since my parents moved back to Texas. The pastor did not know her, and either he mixed up his notes for another funeral service, or he just got very confused. He spoke of her love of reading and how that translated to a degree in literature.
Mom hasn't read a book in 50 years and her degree was in HORTICULTURE.
He spoke of her love of her children and grandchildren.
I'm an only child and unless I missed something major, the only grandchildren to speak of are two cats.
I'm now trying to help Dad with tech things to wrap up. Verizon might be the worst company with the most god-awful customer service I've ever dealt with.
I also got good at the visitation at creeping right by the visitors book to see who this person is that I haven't spoken to in 20 years coming to pay their condolences.
My mom passed a little over a week ago.
I'm still pretty numb about it all. I had to hold my father together because he was / is close to falling apart. They just celebrated 45 years of marriage.
I haven't accepted that I'll never hear her voice again, that she'll never text me a high five when K-State scores again. That she won't be at my wedding, or see her step-grandkids graduate from high school and be the awesome people that they're preparing to be.
We had the service at a church back in Kansas that we hadn't attended in 15 years, since my parents moved back to Texas. The pastor did not know her, and either he mixed up his notes for another funeral service, or he just got very confused. He spoke of her love of reading and how that translated to a degree in literature.
Mom hasn't read a book in 50 years and her degree was in HORTICULTURE.
He spoke of her love of her children and grandchildren.
I'm an only child and unless I missed something major, the only grandchildren to speak of are two cats.
I'm now trying to help Dad with tech things to wrap up. Verizon might be the worst company with the most god-awful customer service I've ever dealt with.
I also got good at the visitation at creeping right by the visitors book to see who this person is that I haven't spoken to in 20 years coming to pay their condolences.
I just downsized my mom from a three-bedroom townhouse (with basement) to a one-bedroom apartment.
I talked to an auctioneer and he was a great help. He came in and put about 70 percent of my mom's crap in storage, and gives her a cut of whatever he makes selling it off.
It was hard getting rid of a lot of my dad's stuff, even though it's been eight years since he died, but my brothers and I took the stuff we're not ready to part with yet.