Oh crocodile, I am so sorry for your loss. Those situations are always so difficult. I lost my best friend to suicide in 1996. It took me years to really believe he was gone (He had been in prison, so I had not seen him in several years, and when he died, he lived in TX so I couldn't attend his funeral). I remember when I first got internet access (Thank you WebTv!) I looked up his death certificate and when I found it there online, I just started bawling... this was like 6 years after his death.

To this day, I still have dreams of him and I wake up all excited that he isn't dead and I just know I will be hearing from him. It takes me a few minutes to get through the sleepy fog to remember that he is most definitely gone. Then, I am usually sad all day.

Horses Forever wrote:


When PDJ done learns that this is wimmin's work, heez gonna fall off hiz stilettos, drop his rolling pin, break a nail, git his man boobs in an uproar and git the vapors.