I didn't want to be a buzz kill/happy-day killer so I only mention this now.
She died Christmas day around 6 pm IL time.
Yes, I knew her quite well.
Go to your husband Aunt Sara, Uncle Max will be waiting.
Just hang in there BigE.
I know that at this point you just want to scream, "ENOUGH!!".
Everybody has their bag of rocks, but yours has become unusually full the last few months. Maybe dragging such a large load will wear a hole in the bag and some will spill out, easing your load.
There are a lot of people on this site that are with you in thought and prayer. We all wish you peace.
Oh I can make it worse than that.
In the mean time I'm totally back into model rail roading. HO this time.
I do appreciate the thought.
E
Hang in there Eric. Many folks expire around Christmas, due to weather, and stuff. My brother died in 2003. Just a few days before Christmas.
Many folks have a hard time, but for those of us who Know Christ, it is relief, and graduation.
A better life is ahead.
N
Sorry to hear that Eric. I have to agree with Nate.
I found out Christmas Day that one of my good friend's dad passed away on Tuesday while duck hunting. He was with him, thankfully.
Thoughts and prayers your way. It is never easy.
Your aunt and uncle have their Christmas wish to be together.
Condolences, you and they are in my prayers.
Paul in PA
Like I said, I didn't want to dampen anyone's good times for this time of year. It's especially rough on me. It was just before Christmas in 2010 or maybe 2009 when I got the call that Mom had lung and pancreatic cancer. Either is a death sentence by itself but both at once! Little bro, Doyle, called to tell me that news and we ended up sobbing like babies over the phone. I didn't call Mom right away being it was late that night. I did a ton of research for the next few days and then mustered up the strength to call her. That was maybe a day or two before Christmas day when I finally called her. She was more mad than anything. I've never known Mom to be really mad about anything.
Mom was never one to swear either but boy did she that day. I'll never forget these words from her "yeah, merry GD f...ing Christmas huh". Wow. You could have picked up my jaw off the floor when she came off with that. Or just knocked me over with a feather.
Even now it seems like about once every 2 weeks or so, I have a question about my past to ask her and grab the phone before realizing she ain't there no more.
My neighbors cat seems to have adopted me now that Moose is gone. Some early mornings I find myself calling for Moose anyhow knowing full well he's gone. That just breaks my pea-pikcin heart all to pieces.
Yeah, I bet a psychiatrist would have hey day writing papers about my stuff.
But hey, f... them. I got TRAINS!! Mom would love to see me so happy about a simple thing.
I'm good with that.
And I forgot to mention Grandma (Sara's sister) probably won't be around much longer either.
My Dad died Christmas Day 1993 at around 6 am. There never is a good day or time, but it does add to the grief. RIP
