great white shark

  1. death

    danielac:

    I’ve never been to a funeral. Or a wake. I say I’m not afraid of my own death, but I don’t like to think of having to deal with the death of others.

    A close friend of my mom’s, someone she used to work for, and then became very good friends with, died last night. My mom just called to tell me what happened to her, and that the funeral and wake were going to be this weekend. I know I should have told her I’d go home this weekend to go with her, but I didn’t. If she asked, I already had an excuse ready: I had to stay because I had to host some pre-frosh for a club I’m in. I’m a horrible person, I know. I just don’t know how to make other people feel better when they’re sad.

    She told me how she just saw her the other day, and had put lotion on her hands and legs and face because the woman told her she could go, she didn’t have to stay, but my mom wanted to, so she “put her to work” if she was going to stay. I know that although their age difference was great, she was one of my mom’s very good friends. I could tell my mom was or had been crying when she called me. I wish I could have done or said something to make her feel better.

    I just don’t know how to make other people feel better when they’re sad.

    I have trouble with that too. I’m more the friend that makes you laugh and passes the time with you, not the one that knows what to say during hard times. But, don’t worry, I have a feeling those good-at-hard-times people aren’t as good at being fun — so it probably all evens out.
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