Monday, February 13, 2012

Fu*k off Grim Reaper ~

Tomorrow will mark the first time in four years that Sister and I have had a full year without having to put someone we care about in hospice and have them die.  Tonight marks the anniversary of my Great Aunt Ruth's death, which was by far one our crazier deathcapades (I know that's not a word but it should be).

 I am celebrating.  Celebrating life and the living, and love and not having to tell someone that it is okay to "let go".  

I wanted to make this post all witty but for the life of me I can't figure out how.   I think I'll just include a really funny picture - that has nothing to do with death.  Because death pictures are never funny.

Sockbun reject
A note about the above picture:  Everyone on Pinterest, and the entire internet for that matter, looks so damn cute after they sleep in a sock bun.  The tutorials show them pulling them out the next morning and shaking out some serious model hair.  ME on the other hand, not so much.  In fact, I looked horrible,  and this picture  is one of the best shots I took.

1 comment:

Mike said...

OK, I gotta tell you about the time The Wife came home from a funeral for the father of one of her students.

Not funny. And the time they hoisted the kids individually (and in groups) into the open casket to take pics with dead dad was just disturbing.

But the pics where they took $100 bills and fanned them out in dead dad's hands... well that death pic was not just funny. It was the awesome!