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There comes a time in our lives, when we get older and I am there, where death is not a horror. It's a part of life. I don't remember the last time I cried over an old human being dying. I'm not sure if I ever have. Old people are supposed to die. That's the way life is supposed to be, right? Of course it's right. The only way to die old is to get old first.
It's kinda funny going to an old person's funeral.
There aren't that many old friends there. They be dead already and they're looking around who's going to be next. Cuz it's true. Do they cry? Nope. Their tears have already been streaming down their noses and shirt shoulders for so many years of seeing the young ones that die that seeing an older person, like them, should die and that's a good thing.
And when you get older,,,,,death is always a mystery...but we know it's a NATURAL part of life.
I didn't shed a tear when my gf's husband died. Not a tear. I loved the man. We were friends. But when you get older you see death more often. That's a fact of life. Sometimes it takes a sad breath from my body but I don't cry anymore about it. I look at it more spiritual.
My Ma and I talk about death.
I asked her, "What do I get"?
I suppose I get this opal ring. It's a very beautiful fire opal but I'm like...okay...what else??? No comment. Guess I don't get anything else. I get a ring from a mother that allowed my father to rape me and my sisters.
I would like at least $10k from their property that is paid for.
I'm digressing here....
The fact of the matter is we die and the longer we live the closer that fact is and it's no big deal and there is no way to stop it.
So let your loved ones go on as they were meant to be. Whether young or old.
Miss them, Love them, Hold them in your heart.
But move it on and celebrate their lives if you really loved them. Celebrate with foods they loved or just have conversations about them.
I love talking about the irritating old granny in my life, but you know what? She's alive in my heart and I say goodnight to her noisy self every night.
It's kinda funny going to an old person's funeral.
There aren't that many old friends there. They be dead already and they're looking around who's going to be next. Cuz it's true. Do they cry? Nope. Their tears have already been streaming down their noses and shirt shoulders for so many years of seeing the young ones that die that seeing an older person, like them, should die and that's a good thing.
And when you get older,,,,,death is always a mystery...but we know it's a NATURAL part of life.
I didn't shed a tear when my gf's husband died. Not a tear. I loved the man. We were friends. But when you get older you see death more often. That's a fact of life. Sometimes it takes a sad breath from my body but I don't cry anymore about it. I look at it more spiritual.
My Ma and I talk about death.
I asked her, "What do I get"?
I suppose I get this opal ring. It's a very beautiful fire opal but I'm like...okay...what else??? No comment. Guess I don't get anything else. I get a ring from a mother that allowed my father to rape me and my sisters.
I would like at least $10k from their property that is paid for.
I'm digressing here....
The fact of the matter is we die and the longer we live the closer that fact is and it's no big deal and there is no way to stop it.
So let your loved ones go on as they were meant to be. Whether young or old.
Miss them, Love them, Hold them in your heart.
But move it on and celebrate their lives if you really loved them. Celebrate with foods they loved or just have conversations about them.
I love talking about the irritating old granny in my life, but you know what? She's alive in my heart and I say goodnight to her noisy self every night.
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My 6mo twin DD's are EBF and just started rice cereal on the first. Everything has been going fine except this morning one of them had a diaper rash (lots of redness around her anus). I read this as one of the signs of an allergy. BUT I did just buy a different brand diaper yesterday (which they have used randomly before w/no issues). Do you think its the cereal or the diaper? Im ready to start...
People who are murdered take a special part in my heart.
Especially the children.
But I don't need to ask God to bless them.
When you're 70 yr's of age,,,,nothing is going to faze you. Nothing is going to jade you. I think it is the most healthiest phase of mind.
It's not a sad thing and not a bad thing.
It's life.
Till death do we part.
Death is what it is and we must all accept it and get on with it.
Running in the rain, with a friend, is even funner.
Slipping on ice is scary funny to the person watching you and to you if you haven't done splits in 20+ years.
I guess we oldies do get jaded but can still appreciate the natural beauties of life.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
My message is:
When you get older death is no big deal so don't make it one.
Now, after some time has passed I can finally move on and keep him in my heart and memories. Thanks Whoo Hoo.
Dana did not die immediately but her body organs were crushed.
I could tell you many endearing stories about not only what a gorgeous child she was, but she was also talented.
She was both hands down.
I was 11, she was 7.
At 7 years old, she asked her mother if she was going to die.
What does a mother say?????????????
Dana died that night.
Is this sad? Of course it is.
I am 46 now but Dana is a big part of my life. A huge part.
I say goodnight to her before I say goodnight to God. I always apologize to God but I think he understands.
Goodnight little Dana always seems to come first.
It's the youngins that break our hearts.
When I hear of an druggie or alcoholic dying these days...I don't cry. I don't. It's sad. I take deep breaths of...of...I'm not sure...gratefulness? that I haven't yet.... I don't know. I guess I'm rather numb or realistic to realities.
I feel guilty for being a horrible person when Dana died.
I was 11 and my father was raping me and my sisters and he was venturing to my very sexy girlfriend, Terri. Terri died at 18 from an overdose of drugs. When she was 12 she had a body of a 21 year old American Indian girl. She was gorgeous. But she be dead from drugs now. What a specimen of beauty she was. I'm no lesbo but I know beauty.
So my father was making hits on Terri. We concocted this letter implicating my father-Roger.
Needless to say...shit hit the fan...Oh boy you would not believe.
Dangerous shit.
Grandma came out from out of state and I find out it was to lie about Roger. To tell the courts that what all of us young gals said were a lie and my mother supported this.
All lies.
Us gals were the liars.
This accident with little Dana happens and my Grandma is crying her eyes out when she finds out that Dana actually died.
I looked at my Grandma and LAUGHED!!
I was sitting alone in the living room at the very end of the couch.
I was the only child in the house. I was waiting for news.
Dana died and I LAUGHED!
I couldn't help myself, I guess. But I could've. I hated my Grandmother, at that time, and I was laughing at her tears. I was basically telling her to fuck off.
But what I presented was an immature child laughing at the death of another child.
I continued to sit in the corner of that couch and cried.
Nobody knew I cried.
But I feel so fucking guilty for laughing that I say goodnight to my little Dana first and I think God understands.
I hope Dana understands.
I never laughed at her death.
I was laughing at my Grandma's pain.
Does that make sense?
When I die I just want to know that nothing is unsaid that should have been said. That nothing is left undone. That I have lived my life according to my own book. That I've strived to give more than I take.
And those that go before me go... go with no regrets....
Ree
I'll be first in line.