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My dad was admitted to VGH on Friday night, and I visited him on Saturday morning, but couldn't bring myself to see him again that same day. Instead, I'd spent the rest of Saturday kind of moping around with *TM* and crying. Work had told me that they could cover my Saturday shift, but no one was available to cover Sunday night. I figured that since I didn't have a choice, that was fine.

Sunday morning, my oldest childhood friend got married on Burnaby Mountain, with a bright sun overhead and a cool breeze sweeping across the proceedings occasionally. There was a cute dog in a tuxedo and tie, and the bride and groom gave each other a high ten (?) after the kiss.

We moved into Horizons for hors d'oeuvres and sangria, followed by a five course lunch and a lot of wine.

It was the slickest wedding I've ever been to. My friend looked stunning, her husband seemed like a great guy, and they kept the silly games to a minimum.

Half way through lunch, I found out that my dad had passed away.

My mom had sternly advised me to keep the news to myself, for fear of bringing bad luck to the newlyweds, so I spent about an hour or two pretending like nothing was wrong (well, in the grand scheme of things, nothing was wrong). It was strange, having people tell me to say hello to my dad for them and awkwardly replying that I would. I had hoped to go to the hospital to meet up with my mom, but we weren't sure how much longer the lunch would be. Our ride up and down the mountain was my friend's cousin, and we were politely waiting for whenever she was going to leave.

By the time we left, it was clear that I was going to be late for work. I was a bit of a mess by then, and though *TM* said that I shouldn't have to go to work in the state I was in, I knew that I had to go in to at least close the store, since no one else was available. My manager called me to tell me that she was on the North Shore, or else she would have come in. So I worked a 4 hour shift, suffering the anger of customers who demanded to know why we were closing early (I just said that we didn't have enough staff to close later).

After work, feeling a bit lost, I headed down to Firefly and bought enough alcohol for a few days of crying and feeling sorry for myself. So hurrah for that. There's nothing quite like getting drunk and cleaning and baking before having to help plan a funeral.


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Jun. 13th, 2011 10:44 pm (UTC)
♥ I just left a message on your voicemail but can't leave this without stopping to say again -- I love you lots and lots, and I'm so sorry. This is all so fucking unfair and stupid. I wish I could be there to give you a hug but since I can't I have to settle for useless words. Love.
Jun. 23rd, 2011 11:29 pm (UTC)
Aww. Love you too. I can't wait to see you some time this year.
Jun. 13th, 2011 11:01 pm (UTC)
Oh honey.

♥ x 10000000000000000000000.

Jun. 23rd, 2011 11:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you. Hope things are well with you.
Jun. 14th, 2011 04:00 am (UTC)
Love you Jen. Feeling very far away on this opposite coast. Wish I could be there to offer hugs and support in person.
Jun. 23rd, 2011 11:31 pm (UTC)
Thank you. It's still nice to hear from you, even if it isn't in person. =)
Jun. 15th, 2011 02:19 pm (UTC)
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Jun. 23rd, 2011 11:34 pm (UTC)
Thank you. (I'm not sure what people say to this). It's okay. Or rather, it will be.
Jun. 19th, 2011 02:09 am (UTC)
I know you don't know me, but I have immensely enjoyed your posts through the years. I thought I'd pop on to give my sincere condolences. Having lost my dad last year and my mom many years ago, it sucks.

Jun. 23rd, 2011 11:33 pm (UTC)
Oh dear, well I should be offering you my condolences (which I do). Funny to hear that you've enjoyed my posts. =) Hope you are holding up okay.
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