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My aunt died a few days ago. Open heart surgery.
I liked her. She was depressive like I am. She had a twisted back like I have. She was kindred.
It's funny how people act in loss. When they choose not to see the loss. When they choose to move past it too quickly.
I've been watching my mom since the passing of her sister. So many things can be left unsaid; so many feelings unexplained.
My mom had the opportunity to go out and visit her a few times over the last few years but she didn't. Then, after she passed, she gave me some bullshit like, "I don't feel like she ever liked me."
Jack calls me up sometimes. Asking how everything is. Like she doesn't know.
I always imagined an overdose. I think I drank more in 5 years than most families do in a lifetime, unless they're from the Midwest or Russia.
I liked her. She was depressive like I am. She had a twisted back like I have. She was kindred.
It's funny how people act in loss. When they choose not to see the loss. When they choose to move past it too quickly.
I've been watching my mom since the passing of her sister. So many things can be left unsaid; so many feelings unexplained.
My mom had the opportunity to go out and visit her a few times over the last few years but she didn't. Then, after she passed, she gave me some bullshit like, "I don't feel like she ever liked me."
Jack calls me up sometimes. Asking how everything is. Like she doesn't know.
I always imagined an overdose. I think I drank more in 5 years than most families do in a lifetime, unless they're from the Midwest or Russia.
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