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Why does death have to seem so meaningless?
Why do people tell you in a comforting voice that she’s in a better place?
Why do people randomly hug you?
Why do higher powers make the sweetest/strongest woman I have ever known fight cancer for three god damn years only to have it come out of remission and take her life this time around?
Why does it have to hurt so much to breathe?
Why do I have to be at work when I find out?
Why is it that you only want a spontaneous hug from your Mom during bad times?
I’m gonna go to Mom's house after work and not let go till morning.
  • Current Location: Work
  • Current Mood: numb numb
Death is meaningless and it hurts like hell.

*rubs your back* There's nothing I can say to make this even remotely better but I'll keep you in my thoughts and prayers. *hugs you*
Death I suppose isn't meaningless in the long run because everything has to die but for those left behind with the shell of what was once their friend it just seems so pointless and painful.

Thank you sweetie. *hugs back*
If I could give you a real hug I would but accept this virtual hug. *hugs*
Virtual hugs are probably better because I'm not a touchy feely person in real life. *hugs back*
Thank you and at the moment all I need or all I feel like I need is sleep but I'm pretty sure I slept for like eleven hours last night. *sigh* I'm gonna force myself out of bed and into the real world to go get icecream, lots and lots of icecream.

*hugs back*
Hey, darlin'.

*sigh* It is rather meaningless, and the platitudes, though they are hearfelt, seem to feel like they are endless and don't always help. Nothing makes up for the fact that a life has been lost. That someone who had been there for you is no longer.

I was where you were last week when my grandmother died. It wasn't unexpected for us and her health had been on aerious decline for quite a while, but that didn't make it any easier. I swore I was going to punch the next person who looked at me in sympathy, or if my Aunt Dreama introduced herself to me... again (I think she was going senile cause I had just sat across from her at grandma's birthday three months ago). So, take this as complete empathy and not sympathy - I am deeply sorry for your loss.

Let me know if you need anything, even if it's just some hot chocolate. :D

*big squeezing tight hug*
She wasn’t supposed to make it to Thanksgiving and here it is February when she finally lets go. She was so damn strong and stayed so sweet to everyone even after her prognoses. I suppose I should be grateful that she’s at peace and no longer in pain and a part of me is but in the same moment I want to scream. For her. For her kids. For everyone that never got the chance to meet such a strong vibrant person.

I want icecream and spleep but I’m only going to let myself have the first one. The second one smacks a little too much of depression and Margie wouldn’t have that—of anyone.

Thank you, sweetie. *hugs back just as tight*
I can only wish that I knew what to say to make things even remotely better. As is, all I can do is send a virtual hug your way and tell you that you'll be in my thoughts and prayers.