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 Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 8:43 pm
TeaDidikai Hospice is now involved in my Nana's care. I hope they are respectful, capable and empathetic.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 9:04 pm
Fiddlers Green Where were you when your world first shattered? I was sitting in an auditorium at my Catholic high school listening to Jason Evert give a presentation on chastity. Not much has been the same since. Most recently, when I was meditating in a Buddhist temple during Quan Yin's birthday and saw Shiva for the first time. Most profound is in my bedroom when my first love broke up with me. Sounds typical, but I had a severe identity crisis and a brief psychotic break. sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 9:12 pm
Fiddlers Green Where were you when your world first shattered? The camper when my mom brought me in to tell me that she and Dad were getting divorced. Other notables include in the living room of my old house watching as a pastor made my mother cry by telling her that my sister was at fault in a an altercation where she defended herself against another, more German kid at church who was attacking her with a hockey stick when she was unarmed, same living room when my mom told me she and dad were getting back together, and my current bedroom when I realised that I wasn't a pacific and when I learned that the deity talking to me was not who I thought it was. Tea: So very very sorry. I'll remember her in my thoughts
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 12:10 am
TeaDidikai Hospice is now involved in my Nana's care. I'm keeping you and your Nana in my prayers.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 8:44 am
Fiddlers Green Where were you when your world first shattered? On the school bus when one of my little brothers clasmates told me that my Papa (grandfather) had died.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 8:45 am
Recursive Paradox TeaDidikai Hospice is now involved in my Nana's care. I hope they are respectful, capable and empathetic. I second this and offer that Hospice was wonderful in their treatment of my Grandmother when she needed them.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 9:03 am
Fiddlers Green Where were you when your world first shattered? Sitting on my mom's bed as she explained to my ten year old self that I wouldn't be seeing my father for Christmas that year, unless you counted his funeral. Losing the one man I thought invincible broke my illusions of immortality.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 10:24 am
Byaggha Fiddlers Green Where were you when your world first shattered? Sitting on my mom's bed as she explained to my ten year old self that I wouldn't be seeing my father for Christmas that year, unless you counted his funeral. Losing the one man I thought invincible broke my illusions of immortality. Dammit Byaggha, making me remember the ones I habitually block out. On a bus coming back from Montreal, knowing that at that very moment they were pulling the plug on my grandmother's life support. And at my grandfather's funeral, watching how evil someone could be and how easy it was to strike my mother's sister from the ones I call family.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 11:16 am
Celeblin Galadeneryn Dammit Byaggha, making me remember the ones I habitually block out. Sorry. crying
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 11:59 am
Fiddlers Green Where were you when your world first shattered? At school, checking my email, I broke down crying when I received an email saying they pulled my friend's body from the Rideau River.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 12:10 pm
Fiddlers Green Where were you when your world first shattered? february 29th, 1992. front yard, playing with my cousins. my dad called one of the neighbors to come get us, my pawpaw was having a heart-attack on the sofa in the living room. we were walking down the street when the ambulance pulled up to the house. he was dead before they got there. crying
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 3:19 pm
Fiddlers Green Where were you when your world first shattered? The first time, I was in a room after Christmas with my Father and Step-mother. We had just brought the ladder in the house so I could finally watch my little star-constellation-lightup-dome-thingy and it was explaing the constellations while lighting up to show the stars on my walls. It was telling a Greek story.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 3:24 pm
Fiddlers Green Where were you when your world first shattered?
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 3:30 pm
Fiddlers Green Where were you when your world first shattered? The first time? Sitting in a friend's room, telling him I couldn't go to prom with him because I wasn't interested in him like that, and wasn't even sure I was interested in boys like that. He said he could fix that. The second time was when I put a name to what he did to me.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 3:55 pm
Fiddlers Green Where were you when your world first shattered? 1996 in our 4ft above ground swimming pool, on my Dad's back. When he didn't throw me off, I realized that something was wrong. I lifted his head out of the water and I heard him say, "Get me out of the pool." My neighbors and I pulled him out of the pool he told me to call '911'. He had broken his C4 because he dove head first into our pool. He is very fortunate to be alive and to be acting as a C7 now.
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