Happy Valentines Day!

Yet.

 

You just don't know that. This is an Internet fucking message board. Grab some reality.

 

Shotty - Folks? When you post you really do think you are playing to an audience - don't you?

Serious question -with all your "interjections" into other people's discussions - who do you think you are impressing? You do realize that you most times end up looking like Barney Fife in clown face. You have to realize that - right?

You are a funny man. And by funny I mean peculiar.

 

Man, this is disturbing to him, FOLKS.

 

If that's not a clown school yearbook quote - I don't know what is.

Have a nice lonely night Shotty.

 

You too, Chrissy. Blog away.

 

When this guy shows up, the party is OVER

 

Is that what's-his-name from Modern Family in clown get-up?

 

First of all, this thread was worth the hype it received. Yes. A thread received hype.

Secondly, this is the equivalent of asking the driver to pull over to a rest stop bathroom 150 miles after you've shit and pissed all over yourself, but I really had to respond to this:

If there was anything I was going to do after my Mom died, it was properly eulogize her. Actually, that's easy to say now. The night before, when I was typing out my thoughts through watery eyes, I wasn't sure I could get up there and do it. Just thinking about delivering the eulogy on the way to church put a lump in my throat (I mean, an additional one).

But as we prepared to carry her casket down the aisle, I saw one of her former kindergarten students walking in--a girl who was still in elementary school--and I knew I had to deliver the eulogy so that someone could properly explain what my Mom meant to everyone. No offense to the priest, he actually knew my Mom fairly well, but a family member had to properly eulogize her. And I did. It was by far the most important thing I've ever written.

I know, on a board full of writers, there are people who can not only transcend the pat but need to do so as part of the grieving process. I would have regretted it forever if I didn't get up there and eulogize my Mom.

And I know this doesn't really have anything to do with Valentine's Day (she did die exactly a month later), but neither does this thread, so, you know, there you go.