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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.

10 Responses to “Post Traumatic”

  1. Ed R Says:

    I’m sorry about your grandmother, Cliff.

  2. Leemer Says:

    My most sincere condolences, Cliff.

  3. Cliff Says:

    Cheers fellas. Which way’s onwards?

  4. Bonnie Says:

    Sending love to light your way to the onwards. {{hugs}}

  5. Ed R Says:

    Cliff, see that light? That’s Bonnie. Follow that light. Bonnie Rocks.

  6. patita Says:

    sorry to hear about your grandmother, you have my condolences.

  7. Katy Newton Says:

    I am very sorry to hear about your grandmother. I probably wouldn’t have known what to write either under the circumstances.

  8. Cliff Says:

    Thanks all. Best not wallow, though, and cheers again.

  9. Julie Says:

    Hey. You’re allowed to wallow. My sincere condolences.

    -Julie

  10. Cliff Says:

    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

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