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[roxy]

I owe thanks to romyra for an *AWESOME* gift, to priscel for the cutest dang snowpeople who are now known as Mr and Mrs SnowRoxy--I mean real thanks not just this mention and I will thank you, not to mention lapetite_kiki, who made me go awwwwww when I opened her card....

I haven't been around much lately, just kind of dropping in and dashing out because RL has been pretty rough lately. Between me royally and stupidly fucking up with the IRS and running back and forth to the hospital and worrying about my dad and my job, things have been kind of terrible really. And today, my dad's nursing home called me and asked me to come in because he wasn't doing well. He passed away tonight at 10 pm. We were all there with him, from morning until night, so he was never alone. I'm still, I don't know, in shock or something. It doesn't seem real. I want to talk about him some more but not tonight. Tonight, I just want to fall in bed and not think about anything.

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[tabaqui]

Oh, Roxy.
*grabs you and doesn't let go*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

*clings hard*

[tabaqui]

How are you doing, bb? Doing okay? Need anything?
*hugs you tight*

Call me if you need to, okay?
*luffs*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

I might call you. Tomorrow I've got to tell my sister and I'm feeling frazzled about that. I'm not really helping the Fam get things together, I'm endlessly looking up info but not moving forward and I don't think I've actually looked my husband in the eye all day. But it's going to get better. my brother's coming up from Virginia. I was mean to the dog tonight and that made me cry. I keep squashing any thoughts about my dad. I really didn't think it would be this hard.

I probably should have pm'd this. :)
*hugs*

[tabaqui]

Dude, i know the feeling. When my dad died, we all just...we tried so hard to just avoid the crashing agony of it. We made jokes and talked about a 'Viking funeral' and who was going to shoot the arrows and just...yeah.

It's okay. It is. You don't have to wail and beat your breast. You just have to get through the day and the next day and the next, and try not to be mean to the dog anymore.

*hugs you hard*

So, yeah - you call me, and i'll talk to you 'til you feel better, okay? Okay.