Wednesday

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I don't know why. I can't explain it. I know it's not right and that it's completely irrational.
Despite all that, I feel an overwhelming, unrelenting and incredibly powerful urge to break something, to smash everything in reach, and to basically excessively damage anything I can.
I also want to scream as loud as I can, and cry at the same time.



I just needed to get that out where I could address it. I think I'll go cry now. That seems best, I suppose.

Pax, all.

RIP Arn.

We have normality. I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can't cope with is therefore your own problem. -Douglas Adams-

After a difficult 3 week battle with illness, my father-in-law finally lost the fight and passed away. He will be remembered and he will be missed.
I am grateful to all the people who sent food trays, helped out, stopped by to talk, hugged, cried, leaned on, lent shoulders, and all the other wonderful other things I am sure I forgot. Thank-you for your help. I can't possibly say thank-you enough to all of you.

I guess now that all the formalities are done and more or less settled, we can get on to the long process of grieving and adjusting.

THEY SHALL GROW NOT OLD AS WE THAT ARE LEFT GROW OLD; AGE SHALL NOT WEARY THEM NOR THE YEARS CONDEMN. AT THE GOING DOWN OF THE SUN AND IN THE MORNING,WE WILL REMEMBER THEM.

You will be missed, Arn.

Pax, all.