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Part one is posted. All of it has been written, so don't think it's a work in progress that may never be completed. (And I beta'd it, so I know that it's good. And yet, totally not saying a thing about the plot, because overall it's just really well written and I don't like to give stuff away.)
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paperbkryterPart one is posted. All of it has been written, so don't think it's a work in progress that may never be completed. (And I beta'd it, so I know that it's good. And yet, totally not saying a thing about the plot, because overall it's just really well written and I don't like to give stuff away.)
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It makes you wonder about a situation when something happens and you react...and it's not necessarily the reaction you'd expect, and yet there are no surprises. (Okay, I'll explain that bit of convoluted thinking.)
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My great-uncle passed away this morning. Poppaw Max's brother-in-law (Max has two brothers and a sister, Louise - this would be Louise's husband that died). I come from a family that really hasn't left the area, so I'd see Frank at family gatherings every couple of years.
Now, I cry at the drop of a hat when someone dies. I have sworn off funerals for this reason (I'd rather have the happy memories than the migraine and nausea for 24 hours). It takes a rare person for me to go to their funeral (the last one being Thyra Marley, the little old lady at our church - and that one killed me to see Jonathan, her "grandson" who was actually just a neighbor kid who bonded with her in a Tuesday's With Morrey, Jessica Tandy movie kind of way, sitting on the front pew bawling as only a 13-year-old boy who just lost his 85-year-old best friend can). Mentioning someone dying makes me cry.
The news that Frank died? No response. Nothing from me. I can't muster up even the slightest caring. He was mean, hateful, racist, sexist, just a miserable excuse for a human being. Louise wasn't a saint, never has been, but no one deserved to have Frank as a spouse. The way he treated her was deplorable.
Thing is, a few years ago my mom made the passing comment that she hoped Frank died before Louise, that way Louise could have a few years of happiness. That's a sentiment shared by my dad and my sister and I.
In a way, I'm disturbed that I can't muster up a shred of sorrow for the passing of a family member. I can feel sorry for Louise, but the loss of Frank? Nothing. But then I realized, what's sadder? Me not being able to mourn him, or the fact that probably the only people who will mourn him are his wife and children, that his grandchildren and in-laws care more about Louise than they care that Frank is gone? Isn't the really sad part that this man has left life with so few people who actually care?
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My great-uncle passed away this morning. Poppaw Max's brother-in-law (Max has two brothers and a sister, Louise - this would be Louise's husband that died). I come from a family that really hasn't left the area, so I'd see Frank at family gatherings every couple of years.
Now, I cry at the drop of a hat when someone dies. I have sworn off funerals for this reason (I'd rather have the happy memories than the migraine and nausea for 24 hours). It takes a rare person for me to go to their funeral (the last one being Thyra Marley, the little old lady at our church - and that one killed me to see Jonathan, her "grandson" who was actually just a neighbor kid who bonded with her in a Tuesday's With Morrey, Jessica Tandy movie kind of way, sitting on the front pew bawling as only a 13-year-old boy who just lost his 85-year-old best friend can). Mentioning someone dying makes me cry.
The news that Frank died? No response. Nothing from me. I can't muster up even the slightest caring. He was mean, hateful, racist, sexist, just a miserable excuse for a human being. Louise wasn't a saint, never has been, but no one deserved to have Frank as a spouse. The way he treated her was deplorable.
Thing is, a few years ago my mom made the passing comment that she hoped Frank died before Louise, that way Louise could have a few years of happiness. That's a sentiment shared by my dad and my sister and I.
In a way, I'm disturbed that I can't muster up a shred of sorrow for the passing of a family member. I can feel sorry for Louise, but the loss of Frank? Nothing. But then I realized, what's sadder? Me not being able to mourn him, or the fact that probably the only people who will mourn him are his wife and children, that his grandchildren and in-laws care more about Louise than they care that Frank is gone? Isn't the really sad part that this man has left life with so few people who actually care?
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For a pick me up (not that there's really much to pick me up from)...
( This Craftsman Truck driver could take Newman in a heartbeat. In fact, I think Newman feasibly would run from the guy. Which means, this guy is officially my favorite Craftsman Truck driver. Now, just gotta figure out what his name is. )
( This Craftsman Truck driver could take Newman in a heartbeat. In fact, I think Newman feasibly would run from the guy. Which means, this guy is officially my favorite Craftsman Truck driver. Now, just gotta figure out what his name is. )
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