My Beautiful Wickedness


Another way I suck.
September 23, 2007, 8:47 pm
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My mother was the one who had to remember to send flowers to my dying godmother with our names on them — mine, my brother’s, my mom’s. Red roses and white carnations. She couldn’t see, she couldn’t eat, she couldn’t drink, she had disconnected her oxygen…but she smelled the roses and told her husband that they must be beautiful.

I wish I was actually as thoughtful as she died thinking me to be.

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This post brought tears to my eyes. First of all, because it is incredibly touching that she was able to smell those flowers and they brought her pleasure in her dying hours. I will remember this story for years to come.

Secondly, it pains me to know that you are beating yourself up over this. Just know that guilt is a normal part of the grieving process. Totally normal, but please try to be kind to yourself.

Comment by Ginger

Love doesn’t change because someone else gives it…

Don’t hurt yourself with that thought…

She loved/loves you.

Comment by imfunny2




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