tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14801850.post114625339136913995..comments2023-10-11T08:01:51.636-05:00Comments on PIPEDREAMS: Forget regret, or life is yours to missMichaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05974435902564570126noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14801850.post-1146260787853686502006-04-28T16:46:00.000-05:002006-04-28T16:46:00.000-05:00Talk about selfish - I forgot to say I'm sorry fo...Talk about selfish - I forgot to say I'm sorry for your loss.<BR/><BR/>:: slinks away ::freakgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00774905190953855685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14801850.post-1146260720854261902006-04-28T16:45:00.000-05:002006-04-28T16:45:00.000-05:00Don't feel selfish. Like Jen says, "Funerals are f...Don't feel selfish. Like Jen says, "Funerals are for the living," and I've found myself sobbing at every Catholic funeral I've attended because it's true - no one does grief like the Catholics.<BR/><BR/>Like Iyanla the Crazy says on Starting Over, "STAND IN YOUR TRUTH, bitch!"<BR/><BR/>(I added the "bitch" part myself)freakgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00774905190953855685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14801850.post-1146260477583104922006-04-28T16:41:00.000-05:002006-04-28T16:41:00.000-05:00I know. I know. My first boss died three weeks ago...I know. I know. My first boss died three weeks ago; and I cried when I heard the news. Not because we were close--far from it. But it just seemed to be yet another sign of how close MY mortality looms ahead. He was 83. And the shrunken little tired bald-headed man I viewed was not the tyrant that used to raise the hair on the back of my young neck; I believe he was the original model for Darth Vader. But I digress. <BR/><BR/>The thing is this: None of us gets it. We're here today; gone tomorrow. And it will be in a blink of an eye. I wish I had more balls to do what it is I need to do. Or want to do. Or think I need to do. I am tired, baby--mamma is so tired. Now go sit and watch <I>"Imitation of Life"</I> with Lana Turner and you'll know of what I speak.Michael Guyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11939701498074991413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14801850.post-1146259341146177522006-04-28T16:22:00.000-05:002006-04-28T16:22:00.000-05:00I guess that's why they say that funerals are for ...I guess that's why they say that funerals are for the living, right? When someone's gone, they're gone, and the aftermath is really about those of us who are left.<BR/><BR/>(I'm generally a little more, uh, reserved over at TMFT.)Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00793793027935224823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14801850.post-1146258257075063642006-04-28T16:04:00.000-05:002006-04-28T16:04:00.000-05:00Thanks, Jen. The "loss" I feel is selfish, but th...Thanks, Jen. The "loss" I feel is selfish, but that really is most of what grieving is when you really look at it.<BR/><BR/>PS? And totally off topic....I did NOT know you were "Jen in AZ" on TMFT. Swear. How could I not? Because I'm an idiot. (holla HEATHERS!)Michaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05974435902564570126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14801850.post-1146253971745273312006-04-28T14:52:00.000-05:002006-04-28T14:52:00.000-05:00Sorry for your loss, hon.Sorry for your loss, hon.Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00793793027935224823noreply@blogger.com