Black Day

‘Tis a sad day indeed. My dad just passed away at 5PM.  

I have yet to write a eulogy and I’ll be facing the media later.

And all I could think about is what to wear in front of the cameras.

I am one fucked up girl. 

5 Responses to “Black Day”

  1. j Says:

    Aren’t we all, in one way or another, “fucked up” ? Two swell people in my life passed away in a space of less than a year. Both had cancer and I’m still smoking away. Now, that’s fucked up. I ought to be the one getting buried this weekend.

    My condolences to you and your family. Don’t be so hard on yourself.

    Take care,

    j

  2. JohnB Says:

    I thought I would drop a quote on you that I often ponder at times like these…puzzling but true I think.

    “Anything in any way beautiful derives its beauty from itself and asks nothing beyond itself. Praise is no part of it, for nothing is made worse or better by praise.”
    - Marcus Aurelius

  3. Jack Says:

    I can’t convince you because your loss is like that.Anyhow I can tell you this-

    “I may not understanding why sad things happen, may it somehow help to know how much I care.”

    p.s. what did you wear on that day?

  4. Owen Says:

    hi ms. C,

    my condolences for your loss. So, how have you been doing? been out of the loop for awhile and this is the first time again in so many months that i dropped by your old blog.

    -owen

  5. Lyndon Says:

    Who is your dad and why was the media there?

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