Guess we're not too different on the grandmother front, eh? Considering mine's a retched old bitch who didn't deserve the man she somehow ensnared. See, my grandmother (if you can call her that after she all but disowned us) was a hyperchondriact her entire life and constantly ruined my mother's life. Any friends she had were considered scum, if she had male friends she'd assume my mother was shagging them, she even spoiled her chances of going to the nationals with Hockey and going to further education to become a barrister. Not to mention, she adopted her sister's (my aunt's) kids which put an even bigger strain on their limited funds. I'd go into why I'm so bitter over her, but that covers recent events and that's a story and half I'd rather not burden you with.

Point is, my mother was stuck with that old tart as a role model and somehow became the skeletor-esque survivor she is now. She's just as easy to panic, being a hyperchondriact herself, but she's done more than her mother ever did. The fact your mother somehow came out of her childhood nice let alone caring... That's a miracle in itself. People don't normally come out from parents like that happy, they're normally pretty cynical. She must be a pretty special kind of lass, eh?

I hope she's gonna do alright. Though it's easy to see where you get your cheery nature from, all things considered. *hugs* Just let her know you're there for her. Knowing you're not alone is a surprisingly powerful treatment for sorrows.

My mom is the most positive, funny, caring mom I have ever met.

I'm so lucky to have her as my mom, I really am.
Thank you, I called her earlier and she told me she was fine, she got all her crying out, I know she's trying to get past it because now she and her sister need to start getting funeral arrangements ready.

I've been to too many funerals already this year. (hugs)

Funerals are nothing but a formal farewell, sweetheart. *cuddles* You say your goodbyes the moment you know someone's dead. The burial just makes it official.

Just be worried when you turn out like me, okay? I never cry at funerals now. Even the smell of rotting or burnt flesh doesn't disgust me now, it's just business.

You and your mother are allowed to feel. Just pray that the rest of the year has less end of life and more beginnings.

I'm sorry for your lose.

Thank you. (hugs)

<( *hugs* You're welcome.

I'm sorry for your loss and what your mom had to go through. I wouldn't be surprised if a lot comes bubbling to the surface in the next few weeks.

I know a lot might, my mom never got to have closure or even conversation going about the abuse she suffered.
I know she wanted to, but by the time my mom found the courage to try my grandma had already been lost to dementia.

I'll be there for my mom, she knows I'm always willing to listen and help her.

(hugs)

We will Tsu, thanks for telling us

Thank you. (hugs)

I'll pray.

Thank you so much, it means a lot. (hugs)

*hugs back* You're welcome.

I'm sorry to hear this.