tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066142370648445990.post8038812599501346596..comments2023-08-08T05:26:37.838-05:00Comments on Random Ravings: MourningMacy O'Nealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08878660367256936308noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066142370648445990.post-54162041025698226252008-12-18T11:32:00.000-05:002008-12-18T11:32:00.000-05:00Hi M. I'm so sorry about Gina. I totally understan...Hi M. I'm so sorry about Gina. I totally understand about wanting the world to stop, about wanting everything and everyone to just stop and mourn for at least a fricking second, and just acknowledge the big gaping hole, the big mess emotionally and otherwise, the huge loss, left behind. I've felt that. It's so hard when someone is so young, too. It magnifies it all because it wasn't supposed to happen. It doesn't make sense. All I can offer is hugs and a few moments of stopping and acknowledging. I know it sucks. It's horrible. In the end, the fact that the world keeps spinning and everything keeps going is reassuring in a weird way. But not right now. I remember going into a Walgreens after a very loved boyfriend died. I think it was two weeks later. And I'd lost 12 lbs or something, maybe more. The lady at the register was going on and on about something and how skinny I looked and blah, blah, blah, and I said, "Can you just . .. just stop. I just need you to stop." She looked at me quizzically, of course. <BR/>So I said, "My boyfriend's dead and I can't handle very much. I just need everything to stop. I don't want to talk. I don't want to be here. I just. .. don't." She waited a second and then was like, "Well, can I ring this up?" Ha!<BR/><BR/>Sorry. I don't mean to go off on my own story here. I'm just saying I get it. And I'm sorry. <BR/><BR/>Love ya,<BR/>AlysonAlysonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03834029780029441823noreply@blogger.com