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From: Jack Cassidy on 5 Jun 2008 02:27

"Liliana" <xena.w(a)rogers.com> wrote in message
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On May 31, 4:23 am, gloria...(a)webtv.net wrote:
> Going on 8 months since my Son passed--feeling very tired, just want to
> sleep the week away. Realized its depression. thought I was "doing so
> well".
>
> Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.

I remember sleeping in the basement for a year and crawling upstairs
for food my mother would leave in the kitchen. I couldn't wait for
evening when everything was dark, and everyone else was sleeping. I
hated the activity of the outside world. I remember going to the mall
for the first time after my son died, to get a picture of him engraved
on a necklace. I felt like I was getting out of a coma, and couldn't
understand how the people around me could look so happy and the world
seemed so normal.



I remember standing in front of a Salvation Army Christmas tree in a mall
and weeping like a baby, Quite a sight I bet.
I remember running away from a Girl Scout selling cookies because my Patti
always sold tons of G.S. cookies.
After 12 years I still can't look at Big Red chewing gum without being
overwhelmed.


--
Jack Cassidy
Patti's dad
3/17/79~~10/1/96
Your light still shines in my heart.


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