JacklessSally

((big hug)) You are in my thoughts today.

Get through this weekend intact. Sounds easy enough right?

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Turkey club, with pesto mayo go to a Party or quiet night in

Jessica, I did this too, B had class the day he died and I had his under shirt on his pillow up until a few weeks ago, it was starting to turn colors. I smeared deodorant on it every night so I could "cuddle with him" The clothes he died in were burned by my father out law, he was trying to protect my love's mother and I from having to see them. In hind sight I wish he hadn't done that.. I'd give anything to have the shirt he passed in...

*Waves* 4 months in 3 days..

So.. it is a popularity contest? awesome..

I had a widow (on another support group online) tell me that I didn't know what loss was. That my loss was nothing in comparison. A few weeks later, a friend and I were talking about suicidal thoughts and his accidental overdose (he is fine, thank god) she butted in and told us that we aren't allowed to talk about things like that and that we were scaring away people who may need to talk... I have had strangers offer me sex as a way to get over B..

There is a standing one in Dallas?!

I lost a lot of friends, but could be because of my age. Loss at any age is hard to fathom, when most of your friends are around 25, I think it is harder for them to swallow than if we were in our 30s-40s.

[*]I asked a friend out to dinner, no interest there at all, just tired of going home and sitting in the dark alone [*]I am back to wearing B's boxer briefs.. [*]I had a bowl of chex for dinner last night, I guess at least I ate something.. [*]I look for him in traffic.. I keep expecting to see him. I think the Idea of him leaving me is easier than dealing with the idea of him being dead..

The boss didn't get his activation email last night, and today is bad, work-wise. He says he'll try to have the NEW new office open by the end of the week. Meanwhile, if you tune your radio just right, you can hear "Hey Jude" on endless repeat... I'll make sure to have my headphones in until then, just in case he slips in and starts without us

Oh Lawd!

First of a possible few I will get for my love.

My goofy man <3 He would do anything to make me smile. One of my absolute favorite pictures of us together, that was sneakily taken when we were out to dinner with friends.

Radio Hell / Transmissions from Hell. It is the reason I'm here honestly, minus the obvious.

Tiffany 29 years old, and on November 13 2014 I lost the love of my young life. Here is our story. My love and I met over 10 years ago when he hired me to help him run his retail store. Fast forward 8 1/2 years. I had gotten out of the relationship I was in (it turned out VERY BADLY). I was going to attend our mutual friends commitment ceremony. I got "dressed up" and went to the ceremony. Shortly after I was there, my love walked in. We were both all smiles, and made small talk to try to catch up with each other. I followed him around like a puppy dog the whole night. Our friends had convinced us to swap numbers at the end of the night. That was the start of it, we were inseparable. We had found the other half to our whole. We were working toward our life together. Fast forward a year, a week, and 4 days. My love was on his way back to the office from a delivery and was 2 blocks away from our home. He went to change lanes on our little country highway, was clipped by a truck, which sent him into oncoming traffic. He was hit by another driver doing 60-65 miles an hour. We were told he died instantly. He passed away at 7:02 pm. We were not notified for several hours. After hours of trying to reach him, speaking to his work, calling local hospitals and police stations... 10:30 pm, I look out our bedroom window and see two state troopers pulling up our street, shining flashlights at the mail boxes. I knew it was him... I hoped for a split second that he was in the car. When they pulled up to the house the state trooper asked if we knew him.. And that is when she told us that he was in a accident and he did not make it.. Since then my life has been upside down. His mother and I planned the funeral and laid him to rest on the 19th of November. He was only 40. We had so many more years that we should have spent together. A year and 11 days just wasn't enough..

Fuck yet another thing to learn... oh well, gives me something to do I suppose..

How many of you are out there? What is your story, please share it here.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/courtney-fitzgerald/you-went-to-a-funeral-and-then-you-went-home_b_5412138.html I wish i could send this article to all the "Don't get its" in the world...