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kyburgIt's that quirky sense of self again.
I didn't know Cedric's father. I think I met him once, on the way to something else...as in "Donna, this is my Dad. Dad, we're going to the movies, see ya later."
I'd give Cedric a 10 out of 10 on the funeral - practically perfect in every way. We did scoot out of there very quickly because Jim had to go to work, and Cedric called the house later to see where we went (d'oh). Andre went back in - I went into hibernation mode. I was just that tired.
I wish it didn't hurt them so much. I wish I had something more to offer Cedric's Mom besides "been here, done that...it'll be okay, trust me on it." Because, truth be told, it might not. She's not a young woman, she wasn't relieved at his passing as I was at Cliff's, and she doesn't have my POV.
Which is, life didn't stop. They graduated, and went ahead of us. Much like your older siblings graduated school ahead of you and went on to the next thing.
He just went on to the next thing. In explaining this to Andre, I got a thoughtful look and a "interesting way to put it."
Well, duh.
What you feel is the separation. Their lives are not over, not by a long shot. I can't say what the next thing is...but how could there NOT be a next thing?
But that's where they all are. Not waiting for me, no...I think they'd have lives to live, even there.
How can I impart that? Poor dears. They miss him so.
And maybe I just need to wait for the shock to wear down a bit. Six weeks or so.
I'll be there.
I didn't know Cedric's father. I think I met him once, on the way to something else...as in "Donna, this is my Dad. Dad, we're going to the movies, see ya later."
I'd give Cedric a 10 out of 10 on the funeral - practically perfect in every way. We did scoot out of there very quickly because Jim had to go to work, and Cedric called the house later to see where we went (d'oh). Andre went back in - I went into hibernation mode. I was just that tired.
I wish it didn't hurt them so much. I wish I had something more to offer Cedric's Mom besides "been here, done that...it'll be okay, trust me on it." Because, truth be told, it might not. She's not a young woman, she wasn't relieved at his passing as I was at Cliff's, and she doesn't have my POV.
Which is, life didn't stop. They graduated, and went ahead of us. Much like your older siblings graduated school ahead of you and went on to the next thing.
He just went on to the next thing. In explaining this to Andre, I got a thoughtful look and a "interesting way to put it."
Well, duh.
What you feel is the separation. Their lives are not over, not by a long shot. I can't say what the next thing is...but how could there NOT be a next thing?
But that's where they all are. Not waiting for me, no...I think they'd have lives to live, even there.
How can I impart that? Poor dears. They miss him so.
And maybe I just need to wait for the shock to wear down a bit. Six weeks or so.
I'll be there.
