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  •  It's been 16 years for me since Ma died (17+ / 0-)

    My sister was pregnant with her first grandchild at the time, which was the worst part. I also had the random crying jags for apparently no reason, like when I moved a year later and fell apart because that house was the last one Ma ever saw me live in.  I still tear up whenever I hear Counting Crows "Long December" on the radio because of the lyric "the smell of hospitals in winter," - she died in a hospital in January.

    I don't remember exactly when it happened, but there was a funny moment a few years later with my nephews when I though "Ma would have loved this," rather than "Ma should be here for this."  That's when I knew I had accepted her death.

    The best description I've ever read of grief is that it is a rock in your pocket. Some days you barely know it's there, other days it feels like a boulder. You gauge your progress by the number of days it feels like the former.

    A government that denies gay men the right to bridal registry is a facist state - Margaret Cho

    by CPT Doom on Mon Feb 11, 2013 at 09:36:00 PM PST

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