Post Traumatic
Last week I was going to start trying to blog about actual stuff that happens to me. Just for a laugh, to see what it brought. You know, the kind of “Woke up. Couldn’t find shoes. Note to self - buy shoes.” That kind of stuff.
“I’ll start Monday,” I thought, “clean slate.”
Then I find out that my grandmother, who wasn’t even sick or really very old, died in her garden on Saturday.
So now I’ve no idea what the hell to write.
February 5th, 2006 at 10:23 pm
I’m sorry about your grandmother, Cliff.
February 6th, 2006 at 3:48 am
My most sincere condolences, Cliff.
February 6th, 2006 at 8:36 am
Cheers fellas. Which way’s onwards?
February 6th, 2006 at 9:33 am
Sending love to light your way to the onwards. {{hugs}}
February 6th, 2006 at 2:43 pm
Cliff, see that light? That’s Bonnie. Follow that light. Bonnie Rocks.
February 6th, 2006 at 5:22 pm
sorry to hear about your grandmother, you have my condolences.
February 7th, 2006 at 12:22 am
I am very sorry to hear about your grandmother. I probably wouldn’t have known what to write either under the circumstances.
February 7th, 2006 at 10:57 am
Thanks all. Best not wallow, though, and cheers again.
February 7th, 2006 at 11:59 pm
Hey. You’re allowed to wallow. My sincere condolences.
-Julie
February 13th, 2006 at 12:48 pm
Hi - the reason I censored the post if because I found out that some family members hadn’t been told she had died.
So I had to pull my post and all your kind words. I didn’t want the net and my stupid blog to be source of bad news.
Obviously I couldn’t explain that on here either. Thanks for bearing with me.
Cliff