bleh.
Scratch. I'm sad. My grandma is refusing to eat and she probably has less than a week to live. I mean, I know it's for the best, she has dementia and is in pain, but it's still depressing. I feel sad for my mom and my aunts. I feel sad that I haven't visited her more. I feel sad that when I don't want to deal with things I ignore them. And I feel sad that her nursing home is kinda lame.
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Don't feel sad, V-Fi. Some guy told me yesterday that when you die, it's like a reward for completing the journey. He said, "your ego is gone, your ambition is gone, and peacefulness just releases everywhere."
These words sounded very soothing. Is he a nut job? Angel? Prophet? I don't know, but I liked his concept.
Miss you,
sd
I went through this a couple years ago. It is hard. You should know your yoga classes gave me the strength and clarity I needed to move through those days, for which I am very grateful.
I am sending you lots of love and strength to help you go through this time.
-Jami G.
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