Experience

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Just as no one can prepare you for the complexities of bringing a child into this world, no one and nothing can prepare you for the utter suckitude of ushering your parents out.

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  1. AnonymousFebruary 28, 2010 at 3:21 PM

    *fingers in ears* la la la la la I'm not listening...

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  2. L.G.February 28, 2010 at 9:06 PM

    I'd say "hang in there -almost home" - but you'd probably want to punch me...so, I won't say it. Really. I won't.

    But the mountains are gorgeous, aren't they? And the sky blue? Glass half full!

    Hug 'em while you can.

    Okay. You CAN punch me. But seriously.

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  3. JenFebruary 28, 2010 at 9:10 PM

    It sucks so much because I love them. And seeing them go through what they are going through hurts almost as much as seeing my kids through their struggles. <3

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  4. L.G.February 28, 2010 at 9:21 PM

    I know. And I wasn't so much trying to talk you out of it as - lighten it for a moment.

    Sucks. Yes.

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  5. missyFebruary 28, 2010 at 10:08 PM

    Ugh...your experiences have had me thinking about my folks over the past week. Today I was super emotional about it, and I'm not even where you're at.

    Hugs!!!

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