Something's in the air in our little corner of the blog-o-sphere as my Uncle Sol is told that he won't last out the day and my father heads south to be at his death bed.
Sentiments that I can't quite express in words are directed to you and yours. There's love and sympathy and understanding and some other stuff mixed up in there.
I'll trade in my Christmas presents for a friend regaining sanity, good health and financial solvency, since it's falling largely to me to look after him. This is scary for me, but it should be scarier for him.
(It's on topic because it all started 20 years ago when his wife died of cancer. Good luck to those who've been diagnosed, the survivors, and the families thereof.)
Thanks for all the stuff that's good. I'm still waiting for that wand I can use to make everything better when nice people have to face suck. I understand 10 days for delivery, it's been a little longer than that now.
Ben's already attempted to bribe you with love. I also will love you more as soon as I take delivery of that wand.
Cheers,
Tris
P.S. Anytime you want to let me know some words I can use that would seem less trivial and be more helpful than me being slightly humerous in the hope that it will make somebody who's unhappy smile slightly would be really awesome.
thank you, universe, for all these good folks. And please watch over us all as we deal with our own sadnesses and troubles, and try to be there for the people we love.
thank you everyone for sharing your sorrows and letting us at least share the burdens with each other. I'm glad to be able to call you my friends.