My mom’s childhood friend died today. After two and a half years of battling cancer and fighting kicking and screaming to live, she died early this morning in her sleep after a week of her condition worsening. My parents got to say good bye to her last night when they went to visit her at her sister’s, so at least they won’t regret having never said goodbye. I didn’t know Jan all that well, having only met her a few times at social gatherings, and her sister Jill I met a few times but got to know better after babysitting her kids a few times. But my mom told me hundreds of stories about the three of them and the kind of hilarious shit they used to get up to, so in that sense I felt I knew them both incredibly well.
My mom is understandably upset, crying about Jan for the first time since she got news of her worsening condition, and I worry about my mom all the time under normal circumstances, but today I’m especially worried for her. Not that she’ll do anything self-destructive, but because when she’s upset about things like this, she’ll keep it to herself and not really let it out. She’s good about letting me know when she’s upset though, but it’s still a guessing game when it comes to her sometimes. Especially with all the family shit that’s come crashing down on us over the past few months, but that’s another story entirely. It could take weeks or months before things become normal again, maybe even days or minutes, who’s to say really.
We’ll just have to rebuild.
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