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    When my mom died, it was a sudden heart attack. Since she was living overseas, it was a closed casket. There was no closure, it was just- she was there one day, gone the next. It took a long time to remember i couldn't call her anymore. In my family, we always have a subtle service, followed by a "wake" with lots of food, booze and laughter (we're dutch-irish) telling stories of the person who just died. I don't even remember what the preacher said, only what my aunt talked about (she spoke for the family) she offered up a prayer that another aunt would be found safe (she was homeless at the time) and my younger sister had to sing my mom's favorite song (moon river) off-key, though my mom probably enjoyed it. Years later, when I became homeless, not one relative bothered to get in touch, even though I was on facebook and using my atm card to stay in hotels until my money ran out. Even 3 years later, my family still couldn't care less about my situation, it took my friends at dkos to get me off the streets. Family- What are gonna do? I hope it gets better for you soon.

    "Let us never forget that doing the impossible is the history of this nation....It's how we are as Americans...It's how this country was built"- Michelle Obama

    by blueoregon on Sat Mar 02, 2013 at 08:04:50 AM PST

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