but it is still buggging me. I want to get past it. I needed to vent here on 43t. I have always tried to keep my home a peaceful environment for everyone. Dee always said that it was. She loved to just come and sit. She said it was a calming place (my home), but it sure didn’t feel like it yesterday.

I think that the people who were going on about what a “good friend” they were and “how much they did” were the people who were feeling guilty because they “weren’t” They needed to feel better about themselves, but they made everyone else feel worse. Unfortunately there were a whole lot of them.

Breathe deeply Hippiechick . . .

I would never have believed it myself . . .

I really tried to take some of the stress off of her.

She has a big job ahead of her. Dee had a townhouse and a business that she needs to deal with and poor Dee was a major “PACK RAT”!!! That girl saved EVERYTHING!!! Dee’s mom needs to be able to think and how can you think when you have all these assholes salivating at your door? I swear Ruth, one of the dip shits in Dee’s shop (a guy who rents a space there) was overheard telling one of his clients that they were going to “give him” her shop. uhm yeah .. sure . . .

Dee owns a salon with hair and nail stations and a facial room. She did hair, manicures, pedicures and facials. So she had all of her stations and products and then she rented space to others who work in her shop. It is a pretty nice business. She had named it “Beyond the Mirror” It was a dream of hers to own her own business and stop renting space from other shops and she finally achieved that about 4 years ago right around the time she turned 40.

I am rambling . . . sorry. I miss my friend.

he found out there was no tuna in them . . . he wasn’t interested in beef tamales.

Poor JJ . . .

as I was . . .

He spent his time trying to head people off at the pass so to speak. He was trying to keep people entertained and away from Dee’s Mom as much as he could. Unfortunately for him however, he was also dealing with Dee’s best friend who was and I imagine will continue to be for a very long time, in an astronomical amount of pain . . there was serious weeping and wailing and nashing of teeth coming from her, which is unfortunate as he doesn’t deal well with outward displays of emotion. Mr. Hippiechick has trying his best to console her in the best way he knew how (which was kind of amusing to me)

At one point he asked her if she wanted to use his punching bag and she took him up on it. I think it actually helped calm her down.

Dee was her best friend in the entire world and probably always will be. Myth actually did the most for Dee of all Dee’s friends. She sat with Dee through all her Chemo treatments which were quite lengthy as well as all her supplemental treatments and doctors appointments. Anything I did paled in comparison to what Myth did for her.

So Mr. Hippiechick was pretty busy, but he too was astounded by all the petty crap that went on. Gemmword is right . . . funerals do bring out the worst in people.

Mr. Hippiechick: I still can’t believe the nerve of those people ...

Mrs. Hippiechick: Well, try as they might, “I” actiually have the best that Dee ever had to offer.

Mr. Hippiechick: Really? What’s that?

Mrs. Hippiechick: You!

Mr. Hippiechick just grins that kinda goofy grin that he gets sometimes and takes another swig of his pepsi . . .