Well, crap

My Mom died.

I went back at the beginning of the month because things had taken a sudden and bad turn. I got there Friday afternoon and about 24-hours it was over.

Right now I'm pissed. Because her liver was fine. Doing its job just great. Her incision even looked immaculate. And I was ready for it to be something to do with the transplant. But it wasn't. Well, not really. She got something called Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome (ARDS) and her lungs couldn't recover. So I'm pissed.

About that and about how many people try to cram GOD down your throat at a time like this. Just because that's what you believe or what gives you comfort, doesn't mean that's a help to me. Keep your Jesus to yourself, mmmkay? I don't need more reasons to be angry right now.

I've decided I'm going to write a book about all the weird things people say to you when a parent dies. Because over the last year and a half, I've heard some doozies. My Dad died suddenly, so there wasn't as much time around his death to hear the number or level of weird things as with my Mom. "That transplant was really necessary. I mean, her quality of life just wasn't that great." Really? Think I didn't notice she was a tad under the weather? "Well, I'm sorry to hear it, but I can't say I'm surprised." Well, shit. I should have called you MONTHS ago, seeing as you could predict the future better than the doctors at the University of Minnesota.

Look, I know people just don't know what to say and feel compelled to say SOMETHING. But take it from me, I'm 37 and don't need you to use the word "orphan" when talking to me You can just say sorry and move on. I won't think you're rude, I won't think you're a jerk.

And I also realize I'm grieving, so maybe I won't be so mean.

But maybe not.

In the meantime, I LOVE this.
(And thanks, Mark for sending it to me a hundred years ago.)