Bummer ahead.....just a warning.
Ok? Ok.
My best friend's mother died nearly three weeks ago, and since we now live in different cities, our main communication is EMail.
Here's the thing: it wasn't until a half hour ago I repled. (the MIDNIGHT OF THE SOUL, as Ray Bradbury put it). I was trying over and over to write him something "eloquent" - she was a wonderful woman - but felt the missives were not right. Sounded phoney.
What I am getting at is though I am moody most of the time, I just kept hitting the wrong words.
Until now that is. So: my queston to the group mind is simply "How Do You Cope with Death?" I'm interested. -
really. It can be your own loss or, like this, a friend's.
Morbid blog, sorry, but it IS Alfred Hitchcock's birthday.
Ok? Ok.
My best friend's mother died nearly three weeks ago, and since we now live in different cities, our main communication is EMail.
Here's the thing: it wasn't until a half hour ago I repled. (the MIDNIGHT OF THE SOUL, as Ray Bradbury put it). I was trying over and over to write him something "eloquent" - she was a wonderful woman - but felt the missives were not right. Sounded phoney.
What I am getting at is though I am moody most of the time, I just kept hitting the wrong words.
Until now that is. So: my queston to the group mind is simply "How Do You Cope with Death?" I'm interested. -
really. It can be your own loss or, like this, a friend's.
Morbid blog, sorry, but it IS Alfred Hitchcock's birthday.



