reika wrote:
My boss just called, have to go wait on 40 people. This lady's 19 year old son shot himself, the funeral was yesterday and today is the "lunch" I'v never heard of such a thing, but what do I know.
I don't know if I'm gonna be able to hold it together if she starts crying all over the place, my daughter was 19 also and Its just gonna make me relive a lot of painful emotions that I'm still trying to repress. And it must be worse when they kill themselves because of all the added guilt (deserved or not theres LOTS of guilt involved in the death of a child) CRAP, I'm NOT looking forward to this. And I can't get out of it.
On a lighter note, glad you liked the Kinks Postpaeleo, the song "Superman" and "Father Christmas" were listened to relentlessly by me for years.
Sorry you can't understand anything the rest of us say sartresue.
My thoughts are with you Reika. I don't know how it is possible to ever get over the death of a child. Just be kind to your self and know that she wouldn't want you to suffer. That's what I try to tell my daughter, but I don't know if that kind of thinking really helps any. The anniversary of Aaron's death is coming up in May. It's hard to believe that a year has gone by.
I don't know if I've told you, you meaning not only Reika, but all in cafe, but in addition to losing Aaron, my daughter also has the stress of raising a 5 yr old grandson (another son's child), which though stressful, requires, or shall I say, demands her to keep herself from falling apart. (Just like your love and concern for mini-Reika, requires of you) But, at any rate, a bitter-sweet little story:
A few weeks ago my daughter got her grandson a parakeet. She took him with her to pick it out. He loved it, and was curious about it, of course, as any five year old would be. He kept it in his bedroom most of the time, and once in a while would let it out of it's cage. Well, he got a little too curious, and the bird wound up missing a few tail feathers. (I should tell you that we are almost certain he has Asperger's. (no - not the bird, the grandson).
Two days ago, while her grandson was in kindergarten, my daughter found the bird dead in its cage. It had been fine, singing, flying about the night before. It was a mysterious death.
She couldn't bear to tell her grandson that his bird had died. He had already lost both of his parents (not due to death but to their incapacity to care for him) and his best buddy Uncle Aaron - so she took the bird out back and buried it and then rushed off to the pet store to get another blue parakeet as close in resemblence to it as possible. And she had to do all this in a big hurry so the new bird would be there in its cage when he got home from school. The first pet store told her that all of their parakeets were under quarantine. (Which probably explains the the parakeets sudden death). The next store didn't have any blue parakeets. She went back to the first store and begged the clerk to please sell her a blue parakeet. When the clerk insisted that she couldn't do that, my daughter broke down and just went to pieces in front of everyone in the store. Fortunately, the clerk, a woman about my daughter's age, held her in her arms and comforted her as she sobbed out the story of Aaron and why she couldn't go home without a blue parakeet for her grandson. The clerk suggested another pet store and my daughter was able to buy a blue parakeet and get it back home in the cage in time.
When her grandson got home and saw the bird he said "Mom-mom, Sky looks different. How did he get all those white feathers on his belly? And how did he get new tail feathers over night?" My daughter said "Well, I guess they just grew in fast cause he's so healthy and sometimes birds' feathers can change color, I guess." He said,"Hmmm, maybe tomorrow he will have some red feathers." This was precocious because he also has a chicken (hen) who is light brown in color and my daughter did a painting of this chicken and made it kind of psychedelic with a lot of red color prominent. Her grandson hated the painting and insisted that there is no such thing as a chicken of those colors.