First of all, thanks to all of you on the morning thread, who said such nice things. I really needed it. Next I want to explain what has happened to me this week. It might require a stiff drink, and maybe a tissue, but here goes.
Last Friday night, I lost my only aunt. She was my favorite relative in the world, excluding my kids and hubby. I was clearly not going to make it to her service, so I ordered flowers. I called the florist in Georgia, and within 10 minutes, got a call back, saying the flowers had been refused. She had left instructions that nothing should be done for her. No service, no flowers, no nothing. I am sure she did it, because she didn't want a large expense for her family, but that hurt. It took me several days before I could make it through the day, without crying.
Monday I went to work, and found out that a viral strain is going through one of the schools I work at, and would be needed each day this week, in different classes each day. I work mostly with 5th through 8th grade, and all change classes. I am certified by the State of Texas to teach, and for many years I have done this, but this week was different. (I counted today, and I taught 644 students this week.) Normally this would not have bothered me, but add in the fact that at least one parent was missing from these kids families now. That equals sadness, and behavior problems.
Wednesday night I came home from work, and there was a message on my machine. "Hello, Mrs. Russo, We are aware that loved ones in your area are at war, and maybe you have already lost a loved one. If you vote this coming Tuesday, we will bring all the soldiers home, before they all die." My kids heard it first!!!!!!!!
Thursday, I got a call from, I am not kidding, and if the sales person is reading this, I stand by what I said, He was selling CASKETS
Now I am in person, a very loving soul. I am basically a good person, and I have very little temper, but last night I lost it. I said things about his mother. I questioned his legitimizes, and I even told him some sexual things he could do to himself, that included his casket.
Today at work, I watched the clock, and by 10:00 I had quit 3 times.
For dinner tonight I had chocolate.
Tomorrow, I am going to take a long walk, and readjust my life, while it is in limbo, and start all over again.
What an awful week you have had. I do hope things will get better soon. ((((((((((((((((((((LUANNE)))))))))))))))))))))))) I hope a hug helps. Take care Luanne, I am sending Prayers and good thoughts toyou.
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Hugs and lots of love from me!
I hope you do not have another week like that.
I have had bad days too. They are a part of life. Just know we are here for you to vent and release the stress.
Hello my good friend and God Bless you and heal you from this terrible week. Know that I am with you!
Your response to the casket salesman was funny.
When my DW passed away this past July we had her cremated. Several days later I received a call from a company selling monuments. I told him that I did not need a monument as her remains are with me at home. He immediately asked if I wanted to pre order a monument for me and I could get it at a discount. I hung up.
Luanne, I think in addition to that chocolate dinner, you need to schedule a massage (you can pretend you're on a cruise) FAST!
Have you thought about having your own little memorial service (maybe just you) for your aunt? Funerals and memorials are designed to help the living saying goodbye to the departed. It sounds as though the part that is still missing for you is saying goodbye.
Thoughts and prayers with you, dear.
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Luanne, you have been in my thoughts and will continue to be in my prayers. I know you must have felt totally overwhelmed with emotions. May you days ahead be brighter. Sending warm hugs ((((((Luanne))))))
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I'm just catching up with the news. Too bad you can't erase the week from your calendar and either pretend it never happened or it won't happen again.
Of course, I echo and ditto all that has said. No one deserves a week like you had.
You are strong and will persevere. There are just some very heartless people in the world and administrators who don't think straight. Your answer on the phone to that one person probably gave you lots of satisfaction. I'm not easily ruffled either--BUT-there comes a time, and you found it!!
Please accept my hug as well. Take care. Love, Lynne
A nice bubble bath with scented candles all around and light music might be nice for you, too---after the massage!
I think Dorothy has a good idea. Is there a particular charity that you know you aunt supported or had interest in. You could make a donation to that with the money that you were going to spend on the flowers. Or even send flowers or a plant to a nursing home or hospital for someone to enjoy. Or bring them to church and have them on the altar in your aunt's memory.
If she liked children maybe you could donate books to a shelter or a backpack filled with school supplies - a teddy for a crises center. If she liked animals you could make a donation to the local humane society. Or if she had a specific illness to that, say the heart fund or cancer fund, diabetes association.
Going through the process of actually doing something special with her in mind, that will bless someone else, might bring you some peace.
Bless you Luanne. Glad you dh send you such a sweet email. I pray many blessings ahead for you and your family.