Crocodile Tears I or IV
As I attempt to process the meaning of or even the name for the legal action spewing from the other grandparents, still unable to bring myself to play the game, the wandering wonder is, "Am I grieving the loss of one loved one or four?"
Can I go back to letting Pimp Sis deck me out with marketable tits?
Ouch. . .
Big Sis is clinging today. . .
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Backward, flow backward tide of the years
I have grown weary from toil and from tears
Toil without recompense
Tears all in vain
Rock me to sleep, Mother
Rock me to sleep. ~Elizabeth Akers Allen
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHGgWOSTyDs
Hugs and support my friend.
Invisible pillar of strength bedside you right now. Let the grief speak. I’m listening.
Hugs & love
We are all listening but powerless to help. Support and prayers.
The mood is somber in the house tonight. Been looking for a song to learn. Learning a new song helps me measure the yaddahs of my psycho blahs. Nothing has resonated so far. Tonight I am reviewing a Warren Zevon song. Keep Me In Your Heart For A While.
If tears are a shower for the soul, today my soul is wrinkled from too much time in the shower.
Arfie, so many of us would love to hold you and rock you until you are soothed. Or find that song that would help. Support and prayers.
(((((Arfie))))))
Hugging you & crying with you
Support & many prayers continued <3
Arfie,
Hugging you eternally.
The ? ? ? whatever you want to call the cajoling manipulations from the other grandparent house continue. The flashbacks from the 60's renditions of these family joys continue making me wonder if we are grieving co-grandparents or unfaithful spouses. My updated understanding of these family politics is merely distasteful. The memories arenae intense enough to break through my grief. I don't give a flying fuck what you call ^it^, Bimbo. Just call ^it^ elsewhere.
GS is quite hostile toward us this evening. His six year old regurgitation of their cajoling is. . . Preparing me for the chore of grieving the loss of four loved ones instead of *just* one. Still I would rather grieve his passing from my life than play these games.
The ouchies just keep coming. . .
From the very first line of this entry I have debated the enumeration. To add the plus one for Mama or? ? ? The not-so-young woman who called me, "Monster-in-law" and was STBX waltzing with my son was hard to love and is hard to miss. My life neice's dancing buddy was magical.
Oh how I crave simplicity. . .
One or two or four or five. . .
Two or four. With the children in my life, it is ludicrous to mourn one parent over the other.
If the other grandparent lawyer wins his/her case, I amnae certain there will be room for their daughter in my grief.
Processing. . . Again my soul is wrinkled from too much time in the shower.