My little sister decided to drink herself to death. She'd been a dropout in HS and pretty much started drinking as she became her mother's (My Stepmother) drinking buddy as soon as they'd let her in a bar (which was 14-thanks Texas) As her mom got sick she took care of her, and other elder relatives on their side, one by one they died--she'd had one hubby who turned out to be a bigamist, then the next was a saint--BUT he wouldn't let her kill herself by drinking so she left him and found a guy who not only let her do it, but followed her shortly after in the same manner. My family and I tried to talk to her, reason with her and it only made her withdraw. So, I took Fresno's POV and said-- you do what you want--it's your life--no kids, no husband--Just siblings. And WE can deal with it. I got to see her one more time because we set up a reunion right next to her in sactown.
It's hard to let someone go when they want to go--but it's their choice and forcing them to live a life of pain or sadness is just selfish on our part.
You don't want condolences because? You say your private, but you bared all...
I feel ya and I've been in your position when I lost my Gma just as I had my first kid and was that guy.
You'll pull through.
You got cats.
Now get the jab, hell if it kills you, at least you'll have someone to talk to in wherever we go after we die.
Peace.
It's hard to let someone go when they want to go--but it's their choice and forcing them to live a life of pain or sadness is just selfish on our part.
You don't want condolences because? You say your private, but you bared all...
I feel ya and I've been in your position when I lost my Gma just as I had my first kid and was that guy.
You'll pull through.
You got cats.
Now get the jab, hell if it kills you, at least you'll have someone to talk to in wherever we go after we die.
Peace.
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