The gorgeous nutella pancake I was treated to for my birthday.
Me and my Mum.
My and my Auntie Margy.
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HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST MISS TOTTENHAM
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUUUUUU!
I sing only as I can - poorly but with much enthusiasm and love.
xx
Thank you for Bear.
ps - was it warm enough to just lay in the sunshine and soak up the warmth from the sand below and the sun above?
I miss summer and your trip reminds me how I need to reconnect with the ocean.
pps
The funeral was awful and lovely at the same time.
You should never have to bury your own child. You should never have to go to a funeral to support your child because his friend died. It's almost just as bad.
His mother kept kissing the casket and his father looked broken. His brother looked lost. Yet they all were trying to hard to keep it together. I don't think I'd handle it nearly as well as they had.
The Boys friends were all in attendance and we did talk to them. They hugged me so hard and sobbed on my shoulder, which got me going. These big strong young adults who are just becoming men having to deal with this. Hiding the tears until a soft shoulder is presented and then they were kids again. Ugh. I'm misting up again.
We haven't talked to the friends since the funeral. They're such a tight-knit group that they would come over and shoot the shit just to shoot the shit. They've been quiet.
We took off for the weekend. We needed to jar loose the sadness and try to remember to keep it moving. When we're busy it's easy to do. It's the quiet that gets you.
All in all it was lovely and I still hated it. I got that impulse to scream in church "NO! This is wrong." And I want to haul my kid out of there and spare him the pain - which apparently you can't do in life.
They played what I believe is probably a nice country song at the cemetery, but when you're mourning somebody it's not a great song. I'm hoping that when I go they play something upbeat and possibly from either the Grateful Dead or Beatles. I'd rather have a party atmosphere rather than a funeral dirge.
This slow song stuff is a killer.
Yay Jenn, that was lovely birthday wishes. You sang beautifully.
It was indeed warm enough to soak up the sun from the sand. It was just perfect. I wish I could be on holiday forever (come on lottery win), that would be the life.
Sounds so sad Jenn, I really feel for everyone. I'm so glad you could all come together to show how much Bear was loved. I'm glad it was a nice funeral even though it feels like it shouldn't be happening. I'm sure that his parents and brother managed to keep it together because he had so many wonderful friends to help them through it.
I guess it's still too raw for his friends to come by yet, still too obvious that there's someone missing from the group. They'll come a time when you'll all feel the need to come together to remember the happy times and celebrate, maybe not just yet though.
Stay strong sweetie xxxxx
Thanks hon.
We went away last weekend because we needed to just get out of town for fun. I'm sure the dudes feel the same way about re-focusing on life. I'm sure they'll stop by unannounced (as usual) to be fed.
I know one of the kids is having an especially hard time. He's very angry about it all and I don't blame him. I'm angry too. And then sad. He and I need to talk, but we'll do it when he's ready.
I'm ready for Spring (my least favorite season) to be over already.
I hope taking some time away helped. Bear would have wanted you to get on with having fun. I know that you won't laugh as hard for a long time but you've still got to do some laughing.
I hope that his friend manages to deal with his anger before it hurts him too much.
I really feel for you all.
Take care xxx
Time away was good. He was such a fun guy always up for having a good time, so I know we honored his memory by laughing and cutting loose.
The Dudes have been quiet and getting any info out of the Boy is like pulling teeth, so we will just have to do with what it is. I'm at that point where I threaten the boy of joining Facebook so I can friend his friends. they all want us to get on Facebook and they would totally friends us - but what a nightmare for the boy.
That usually gets him to invite everybody over.
LOL the good old Facebook threat. Long may it work.
We saw Bears mother at the market yesterday. It was tough. We haven't seen her since the funeral. I don't know how she does it. She said they're hanging in there and trying to move forward. It's tough. Nothing like two grown women crying in the freezer aisle with one husband looking for a way to escape :)
Well, I'm so, so happy it's Friday because that means it's the weekend and that means I'm not at work - woohoo!
Have a great weekend. Be good to yourself :)
Aw Jenn, that must have been so sad seeing Bear's mum. I know what you mean about not knowing how she does it. I guess it's just that thing of having no choice but to carry on.
I hope you are enjoying your not at work days xxx
Hi sunshine!
I did enjoy my not-at-work day!
I saw Bear's dad the other night and I just left him be. I was not up for another awkward and painful conversation. Sheesh.
♥
So glad you enjoyed your not at work day. Everyone at our place is having a not a work day on Monday as it's a bank holiday.
Instead of being grateful that I get that every week cos I only work Tues-Thurs, I feel cheated cos I don't getan extra day off LOL. I know I get my pro-rata rate of bank holiday's added on to my leave tally but it still feels like I'm missing out when everyone is so happy to get a day off and they are singing about all the time and I'm like "same old week for me". LOL
Poor Bears Dad, sometimes you've got to keep a bit of distance so that you are not dragged down by the sadness. It's not like you are not grieving yourself. His grieving will be something hopefully, we'll never realise. So sad, so many questions.
Hi Nguyen Dung, how are you?
Hey there!
I did enjoy Prince's songs. Yes, they were about sex - but in high school it was great to sing along and be a bit daring. They were great to sing and dance to and sometimes grind to on the dance floor. I think I own a "best of" but that's it.
Saw my mother over the weekend. I haven't seen her since February. I think I'll be good until August. She's a handful, that one.
I seriously thought about skipping work today. I didn't feel well. Still don't. I think I garlicked myself last night. And it was a Monday.
I need to win the lottery.
LOL your mum is a handful. I'm sure when you were grinding to Prince, she thought that about you.
I've been off work yesterday and today with a really bad cold AGAIN. It's only three weeks since the last one, this one is Amelie's fault. She sneezed on me, we've all had it but of course I got it worst.
I also desperately need to win the lottery. I've not won yet though *waves fist at lottery gods* Damn you bastards!!!!
That's terrible that you're sick again. While it's nice that you're teaching Amelie to share, this might have been too much.
The boy was always sick. His asthma was kind of his Achilles heel. Everything sunk into his chest. Stubbed toe? Now you've got a chest cold. Splinter in finger? Now you've got a chest cold. Allergies? Now you have bronchitis. And when they're that young, they sneeze big and sloppy all over your face.
You should go to the beach and let the salt water from the sea clean out your sinuses. :)
LOL Jenn, stubbed toe - now you've got a chest cold. That could so be me. I totally wish I could hang out at the beach.
Actually, I will be there in a couple of week when we go away for the weekend with sis and hubby and disease baby. But knowing my luck, it'll be raining and I'll get a chest cold LOL.
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