That's why we see these amber alerts for fathers taking off with their children. Everybody wonders what's wrong with the guy, why would he do such a thing. Since the Family Courts view the fathers as simply a cash flow, he's got no chance of them listening to his worries about the welfare of the children. :mad:

Sorry to be so slow catching up on sorrows.

Dani, that scenario is all too common.
Nanny was only taken seriously when she lost the use of her arm completely.
She was immediately taken to hospital, the tumour was discovered after days of tests and she went from there to the hospice and from the hospice back home to die.
The same happened to my Mum's close friend, B. She had a lively chocolate Lab (a foolish gift for such a tiny woman) and her back and shoulder pains were blamed on walking him - to be fair he was pretty much out of control. Nope, it was galloping cancer, diagnosed too late for much help. She lasted longer than Nanny, but that was scant comfort to her family as she was much younger.

I'm so sorry about your Auntie. My love to you and yours.

And to everyone else suffering - esp the guitarist, who seems to be in a world of spiteful hurt for which he is blameless.

Auntie Stella (aka 'my other mother') died this morning, 5 weeks and two days after she was diagnosed with cancer.

I'm not distraught. She hasn't been so much a part of my day to day life in recent years. But I am saddened. Particularly for Mum and Jaqs and Uncle Ron: the three remaining siblings. And especially for Rachie, the youngest daughter (31), whose sister and brother are so far away at this time when she really needs them. And for Shirls and Ste: who are so far away when they need to be close.

I went to see her on Thursday. First time I'd seen her in about two years. Was bit shocking really.

Ach damn. What a strange thing death is.

There's loads more I want to say, and probably will at some point. Mainly about stuff that's angered or frustrated us. But having just spent two and half hours trying to decode and then grade my undergrad's 'article review' assignments, I have lost the capacity to make coherent points :P

Anyway. Please raise a glass to Auntie Stella: kind, strong, and a damn good laugh.

Sorry D. :sniff:

fuck cancer

Not a glass, just a can, but it is done. :(

Thanks guys. *smiles*

Sorry, Dana. Give your mom a hug from all of us.

The little shit that's tormenting my kid at school

What's upsetting me today?
 

My best friend died four years ago yesterday. And I completely missed it. I don't know that ever did anything but sit around and talk about ppl, play video games, BBQ, and laugh our asses off. We did manage to smoke an incredible amount of pot. If laughter makes you live longer, I thought we would both live forever. But, alas...he was 36.:sniff:

Fuck pills.

Sorry - Digr - I think we've all lost someone to those damn pills.
Oxy is a really dangerous thing to mess with.

Who said 'oxy'?:eyebrow:

me. I assumed that was the pill you were referring to. sorry.

Sorry for your loss.

My best friend was murdered in '98. Over pot and his disability money. His body was found in Thornapple river three weeks later.

Yay marijuana.

That wasn't the pot's fault. If they'd smoked it, the only thing murdered would be fritos.

That's one way of looking at it.

Or you could say he was beaten near to death for his pot and the robbery was secondary (fact - from court transcripts), and he was dumped into the river and left to drown.

But yeah, pot is a victimless drug.