Everyone grieves differently. Some people tend to keep it together as much as humanly possible so they can take care of everyone else, then they break down when they're finally alone.
Some people flip their shit and go over the deep end which tends to make a lot of people uncomfortable, because what do you say to a person that's flipped their shit?
Some people hole themselves up and just want to be alone, while others need to surround themselves with as many friends/family as possible.
Then there's the people that decided no one loved the person that passed more than they did and no one is entitled to hurt like they are. All those people do is inflict unnecessary pain on others in a time where people are already hurting so deeply.
Losing someone close to you hurts. Bad.....and crazy things come of it usually. Some good, some not so good.
It can cause the people closest involved to make rash decisions that are irresponsible and hurtful to everyone else involved. You are …
The AJC posted an awesome article about Adam and Saturday night. Somebody finally got it right....mostly. Like everything else, it'll make you cry.
His Obituary has also been posted. There are a lot of great positive messages that have been left in the Guestbook.
A friend of mine sent me this picture from Saturday night. There's a lot I'd like to say about it, but it just ain't comin' out yet.
The viewing will be at Wages Funeral home on 78, Tuesday from 4pm-8pm.The Funeral will be Wednesday at 11am at Wages with burial @ 5pm in Leesburg, Ga.Wages Funeral Home, 3705 Highway 78 W, Snellville, GA 30039, (770) 979-3200
I've thought long and had about what to say here. I'm not sure I've still got it all worked out because my brain is still pretty much mush, but I really need to get some of this out. Part of me wanted to write something generic. A few kind words maybe, just to.....be kind. Another part of me wanted to address rumors and trash talk, but I'll save that for someone else.
I decided to talk about the Adam I knew and loved. The Adam so many of us knew and loved.
First and foremost, Adam was one of the most loyal friends I've ever had in my life and I know there are hundreds of others that can say the same exact thing. I always knew if we were out and Adam was around, I was being looked after even when my J wasn't nearby. If I ever needed Adam, he was there before I even knew I needed him. Really, he made sure all of us girls were taken care of (and for some in more than just one way.....what? you know Adam loved the ladies).
I only want the best for my kids. I don't want them goin' out into the big boy world without a clue as to how to handle themselves. I hope that they learn from watching. That they think, ok....that's the way Mom and Dad do things, that's the way I'll do things. The girl pretty much gets it. At her age, she could probably out live me if she found herself lost in the jungle. The boy, he's an entirely different story. So many people tell me, "It's just a boy thing, he'll grow out of it". Hell yeah he'll grow out of it, I'm gonna make damn sure of that! However, in doing that I've realized that I'm a big fat pain in the ass nag. It hit me last night...... Last night I saw that the boys nails were so long he coulda picked my nose from across the room. This has been a problem we've struggled with for a long time and I'm tired of having to say anything about it. I had gotten so tired of seeing him with long nails that I painted …
You ever have those days where you just can't practice what you preach? Like it's physically impossible....you try, but when you do your body just makes these retarded jerky spasms in protest? I'm always saying life is what you make it. Why waste a day being all irritated and pissed when you can be all awesome and stuff? Well, today I say to hell with that. I'm seeing a pattern here. Around this time every month I wanna take stuff outta people's hands and bash them over the head with it. When people ask me how I'm doing I wanna say "seriously, like you give a shit". I don't want to listen to other people's stupid little stories and smile and nod like I care, because today, I don't. Well, to be totally honest I don't usually care on good days, but at least I'm kind enough to fake it. I hate being like this, but it just comes so naturally dammit. It's so easy. I spent so many years like this that it's like riding a bike. I ju…
It poured all weekend. I slipped and almost busted my ass like 16 times going from the wet driveway to the smooth concrete floor of the garage.
I was speed walking through the Home Depot parking lot and slipped and almost busted my ass on one of the arrows painted on the road....then once I got inside I almost busted my ass on the smooth concrete floor. Just picture it. All that almost busting my assness.....I go skidding and flailing like a retard ice skating for the first time.
It was inevitable that the "almost" would eventually happen....... And it did. The rain briefly let up so I decided I'd wash all the pollen and green shit off our front porch. I finished the floor and was moving on to the steps. I took one step and my foot came flying out from underneath me. Yeah. I didn't stop until my ass visited each and every step.....all the way to the bottom. I popped right up and probably started whistling just in case any of the neighbors saw, I figure I'd play it all…