Sometimes the pain can be a little overbearing. I know it's not the same, but my grandmother died recently and we went to her house to save what little we still wanted to keep, to remember her by. I must admit, I was overcome and had to wait outside with tears in my eyes.
Sometimes the pain can be a little overbearing. I know it's not the same, but my grandmother died recently and we went to her house to save what little we still wanted to keep, to remember her by. I must admit, I was overcome and had to wait outside with tears in my eyes.
Rich, I soooo get it. My dad was probably THE most arrogant, obnoxious, misogynist fool who ever lived. At his funeral the preacher waxed on about how he "just loved fishing and hunting." I leaned over to my sister and said, "Yeah--fishing for compliments and hunting tail!" She doubled over laughing and pretty soon all 5 of us were "wracked with sobs." Everyone felt so bad that we were "distraught." I didn't have to heart to tell them...