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So Much for That. Lionel Shriver
What do you pack for the rest of your life? The explosive new novel from the Orange Prize-winning author of We Need to Talk About Kevin Shepherd Knacker has been saving all his working life for a one way ticket away from the daily grind. When he sells his handyman business for $1million, 'The Afterlife' seems tantalisingly within reach. Yet his wife has concocted one reason after another why now isn't the time to go. Determined to take the plunge, Shep announces that he is leaving for an island off the coast of Tanzania: with or without her. However, Glynis has an announcement of her own -- she needs his health insurance. Illustrating how a marriage is both stressed and strengthened by medical crisis, So Much for That puts the uncomfortable fiscal question: how much is one life worth? Enlivened by Shriver's signature acerbity and political outrage, it's surely the funniest and most entertaining novel about illness and death one's ever likely to read.85% (17)
December 15, 1922 - September 4, 2001 My Mama.....Mary Alice
Today is the five year anniversary of losing my Mama. My Mother died Tuesday September 4, 2001.....the following Tuesday was the infamous 9-11. Our minister said her children and grandchildren have never fully grieved the loss of their Mother. I believe it to be true. She was a wonderful woman. A woman who was always looking after someone elses child. She adored children. She and my Father married at age 22 and tried and tried to have a child. Test after test proved nothing wrong with either of them. When my Mom was 33...she got very sick with the flu. Turns out the flu bug was "ME"...... Three years later she had Becky....two years later she had Barbie and five years later.....at age 43, she had my baby brother John. My sister, Barbie, gave my parents EVERY SINGLE Thursday ( her only day off ) to go into their town when they lived in East Liverpool and just "help them".....by dong whatever. She is a true SAINT......I swear. My brother, John, never missed work and was still a SUPER caregiver for Mom. She wanted John more than anyone in the end......he was strong and could maneuver her easier than anyone else. He brought her so much comfort. He was her baby..... My sister, Becky, lived three hours away, had two younger children and could not leave work. Becky, her husband and kids would come to see her when they could. My Mother was the absolute best grandmother a child could ever want.....getting down on the floor and playing with them. She played ball, dolls, made the trip from Ohio never to miss their school events and the list goes on. No one watched our kids but my Mom....we would drive two hours to Ohio to bring her back to stay....so I would leave my kids and go out. I trusted her. When my Mother started showing signs she should not be in Ohio anymore alone, we brought her here. That was in 1998. She did NOT want to leave her home but she was going downhill fast after my Father died. She developed anemia and needed constant supervision. Her two grandchildren (my kids) whom she adored decided to take it upon themselves to be her caregivers. My brother and I (along with a couple hired ladies) did the bulk of the caregiving. The minute my son and daughter would get home from school.....right next door they would go to my brother's house.....to be with Memaw. She couldn't wait till they got there. They did ALL of the duties an adult would do......willingly. No one asked them to do so. They did their homework there....watched "her" TV shows (Golden Girls was her favorite) and they each let her talk on the phone to their friends, made her milkshakes at night, cooked when she wanted whatever, sharing stories with each other....Mom with my kids...my kids with my Mom. My kid's friends thought their Grandmother was simply the "coolest".....she loved those kids too. My daughter was the "make Memaw feel good person".....always painting my Mother's nails, giving her a facial, washing her hair and rolling it, giving her massages...........TILL January of 2001 when Mom had her first seizure in my daughter's arms......my daughter (at age 17) thought she killed her Grandmother. We were the only two in the house with my Mom and my daughter screamed for me to come help NOW......I held my Mother up in the kitchen chair and told my daughter to QUICKLY call 911.....she did and while greatly crying told the emergency worker to "HURRY COME TO HELP MY GRANDMA IN THE BLUE HOUSE".......no city name...no Street name....no number.....I think my daughter was in a state of shock. The EMT calmed my daughter and before long the ambulance and workers were at the door......Mom had awakened and did NOT want to go to the hospital....we insisted....JUST to get checked. That was the "first" of MANY ambulance trips to the hospital.....she only lasted till September of that year. We still have no idea why the seizures began....but it was the beginning of the end for Mom. My daughter still would go over with my Mom....but I think was scared to death to be with her or do "anything" where she thought she would have a seizure again. Mom was taken away from us September 4, 2001 at the age of 79.......you have no idea how much I miss her.Gaiebraille Our First Angel Baby The Remake
Credits: Layered template by Bree Clarkson (inspired by Karen, template 2), Yesteryear: Baby Collection by Julie Billingsley, Precious Angel Memories by Kim Brodelet, April Showers by Jane Shaver (Little Red Scraps) and Ale Parades (Madame Wing), April Showers Cardstock by Jane Shaver (Little Red Scraps) and Embossing Powder Styles by Miss Tiina. Fonts are DJB Nicole and DJB My Dear Marsha by Darcy Baldwin, 2Peas Fancy Free, 2Peas Tattered Lace, Scriptina, Vladimir Script, Good Vibrations ROB and Mr Wade. Journalling reads: Journalling reads: I used to think my heart had been broken before, but I soon realised that before you everything was just cosmetic damage, minor scratches on my soul. But you, were the first one to break my heart into a million pieces and use the shards to rip my very existance into confetti. I remember the exact moment that you did it you now, and no matter what else came after you were the first and the first cut is always the deepest. I shouldn't blame you, I mean you were dead you couldn't have done anything to help me but in my mind it was your fault and for a while I hated you for it. When they told me I didn't cry you know, I was determined they wouldn't have that power over me but before it was all said and done they didn't just see my tears sometimes they saw the shattered remains of my heart spread out for them to examine, to pass judgement on. Nobody will ever understand why I cried so hard for the loss of you. But then no-one else knows my secrets do they, no-one else knew how much you were my hope for the future. There was no cloud over you there wasn't any doubts that you might be part monster because you were definately not created by force you were made with 100% love. You were supposed to make everything better, but you almost destroyed me. I know you made my soul unbreakable, nothing could ever hurt me as much after you. I wouldn't have gotten through losing Leo without you. But I still wish every single day that I never had to hear those words, I never had to endure that pain, I never had to learn those lessons. Every single day I miss you and the part of me that you took with you. I wish i'd gotten to know you as more than just being my heartbreak. I loved you then I love you still, always did and I always will. Gaiebraille Charlett Blake. Pink Tag: It's hard to say goodbye before you even have a chance to say hello. Unknown. 17th Feb 2003. Blue Tag: Given wings to soar but never far from our hearts.
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