Remember a few weeks ago when I said I was going to write down all of the dumb things people say to grieving people and write them down? Well, there are TOO many to mention. Here are a few major no-nos. I don't think it is okay to contact your ex-spouse, or inquire about financial situations, or even say you know what that person is going through. Sure, we all know what it is like to lose a loved one, but every situation is different. I have decided that THE ONLY thing that is appropriate to say is, "I'm praying for you." Not, "She is in a better place," or ,"She is watching over us," or or anything like that. I know where my mother is, that would be heaven. I don't think she turned into an angel either. If you can find the scripture in the bible that talks about people turning into angels after death, please, post that on here. I would love to see it. It also weirds me out because people I have never talked to want to talk to me about this. I am not depressed. I would know if I was. Mental health classes even have a scale to help determine depression. And people in medical school are taught to recognize depression, too. In my sociology classes, we always talk about the importance of social networks. I even had to draw a diagram one time. I must say that I am very blessed and have a great social web.
I know people's intentions are good. If there weren't people that were concerned, I am sure I would be posting about how I don't have any friends and that no one loves me.
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I love you & I am glad you posted this!
Yeah, me too. I think this is totally biggirlstyle.
Speaking of bigGIRLstyle, I went with Mom to see Stacey's babygirl last night, and not ONCE did I even accidentally refer to the girlbaby as "little man" or "bigboystyle" or "sweet boy." I was *SO* proud of myself. That is a completely random story, but it is true.
AND, I love your face.
Chris thought that this was a mean and inappropriate post, but I thought it was necessary. Are we noticing a pattern here? Chris doesn't like most things I say or do or wear or eat, hmmm. I just feel the urge to educate people on the etiquette of death.
It's a real good thing I have people like BW and pregomego on my team...
Hey, hey!! I've noticed the same pattern at my house, with me and Jonathan. I've also noticed if I go on strike and don't do anything, he doesn't really notice that i'm not doing anything, until I get fed up and go back to doing whatever, and THEN he's like "Why are you acting funny?" Are we serious?
And I don't think it was mean or innappropriate; I think it was necessary. Although the people who would benefit from the improvement that would come from being enlightened WILL NOT BE THE PEOPLE WHO READ IT. Such is life.
It is 10:36pm and I am blaring one of my CanadianRock technicallyanindieband cds that is now TEN YEARS OLD. Sad day... but it's goofy and I'm loving it. And Jonathan hasn't complained at all. (Which is good, because if he did complain, I'd probably hit him in the head. And as I type, the song is changing, and Jonathan goes "THIS is the song I like. It has a little bit of a Portishead sounds to it." which I guess is why he hasn't complained, because he knows if he keeps his mouth shut eventually he'll hear a song he likes. But if we have to keep swapping discs when *I* am in charge of the music, then he may NEVER get to hear something he likes.)
Hmm... I actually mostly hate this song, so I need to go change it... well, I like the chorus, but not the verses. How sad...
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