Michele and Peeps
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As you all know, Peeps died on June 11th. What I have been keeping in is that my gramma died on July 3rd. I was with her the 5+ days before she died, helping with "end of life" care. My uncle had been living with her for around 7 years. 6 years ago her husband killed himself, which pretty much signed the contract for my uncle to stay with his mom. Last Friday I had to do a horrible thing for the sake of being humane, and of all things... it reminded me of Peeps and my gramma.
What has been killing me about all of this is that I keep wanting to run back here, to people that will understand giving up your life - in the sense of missed vacations, missed late nights, and being 100% home bound with those we love and need to care for.... but without Peeps I feel homeless.
I had put off going to see the gramma, because she always asked me how Peeps was doing. I wasn't afraid of crying for the Peeps, I was afraid of getting gramma worked up in my own personal hell and watching her struggle with watching me struggle. Gramma didn't know who the hell I was, by the time I got the phone call. She deteriorated as fast as my Peeps did.
With all that has been going on, I've tried to keep it all in to heal. I'm still bursting at the seams with despair. This post is a humble attempt to get this so called healing process out of a rut and... well.. I really don't know.
What has been killing me about all of this is that I keep wanting to run back here, to people that will understand giving up your life - in the sense of missed vacations, missed late nights, and being 100% home bound with those we love and need to care for.... but without Peeps I feel homeless.
I had put off going to see the gramma, because she always asked me how Peeps was doing. I wasn't afraid of crying for the Peeps, I was afraid of getting gramma worked up in my own personal hell and watching her struggle with watching me struggle. Gramma didn't know who the hell I was, by the time I got the phone call. She deteriorated as fast as my Peeps did.
With all that has been going on, I've tried to keep it all in to heal. I'm still bursting at the seams with despair. This post is a humble attempt to get this so called healing process out of a rut and... well.. I really don't know.