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This is what happens when we select for exaggerated traits in our animals. Longer, skinnier legs (likely to break), bigger eyes (well, shallower eye sockets), less muscular hind end, and bigger ears. Bigger, fewer spots... And the brachycephalia is murder on their breathing.

I'm going to special hell. letterstolittle.wordpress.co…

And I'm truly glad Mom isn't suffering anymore. I hope she found peace at the end. She had a hell of a ride here, if those photos are any indication :) if you know my siblings, they could use comforting words. If you knew Cilla, remember her smile & to laugh at the absurd.

And that's ok. Not everyone is close to their parents, and I'm writing all this here because I think we should normalize it and be open about it. I had lots of other people step up to help raise me, fill the role, and they did a great job. I'm glad they are in my life -

So, yeah. My mom died, we're all dealing with the aftermath and it's hard for other people when I say "we weren't close". They don't know what to say because we're conditioned to say "I'm so sorry". It's really ok (for me). For my sibs, very different. Our relationship was hard.

I was listening to @MyFavMurder while looking in my rearview mirror at all the cleaning supplies and contractor bags (which, I discovered the tensile strength of one of these bags - they do break under enough weight) when I realized this rental car purchase looked real bad.

And if you are charged with cleaning an apt after a death, the list of things you may need are identical to a serial killer's purchasing list: Contractor bags Rental Car Many dump runs Rope (to lower things out of a window) Bleach Rubber Gloves That was unsettling to realize.

Stop smoking inside because someone will have to clean the walls (I'll never be clean again).

Death is for the living - so before you go, keep in mind someone has to clean out your stuff. Make sure all the photos you don't want your kids to find are LONG gone (I have seen SOME THINGS).

But if you are someone who has to write an obituary for a parent, it's harder than most would think. For me, because we didn't talk and I didn't want her in my life, it was a challenge to write about her honestly and to help give others the closure they deserve.

And I'm sure if it's her, I'll hear all about it when my time comes. If I'm right, she won't hear a dang thing ;) We'll see!

I did my best to write as honest an obit as I could. I decided to lean into humor, it's how I do :) Nothing in here is untrue - she believed she'd go to the big guy in the sky, and I hope for her sake she made it. I'm not personally down with the J but she was. 1 of us is right

My mom & I were estranged. I personally grieved her years ago because alcoholism support & mental health services are things we say we want in the US but we prefer to do nothing. She never got the help she really could have used. At her best she was a force. Let's remember that.

Trying to reach the #Hanover #Massachusetts class of 1974 to let them know my mom passed away last week. legacy.com/us/obituaries/leg…

Now, THIS is service!

Come! We’ll have fun!

Yay!!!!!!!!!!! I’m so excited for this event ❤️