Family Processing Dog Walk
TJ: Ok, what
are the stages of grief?
Ears:
There’s like 12 or something
TJ: no
that’s like for drug addicts or whatever…right? I mean, we’re not in a PROGRAM
Me: I don’t
know..I know the first one is disbelief.
TJ: so,
you’re crying all the time, that must be the one beyond that because if you
didn’t believe it you wouldn’t be crying – right?
Me: um…I
don’t know. I haven’t cooked dinner in
over a month because I don’t know what he wants for dinner…(cry)
Them: shit!
God, that’s still STAGE ONE.
Us:
hahahahahahahahah
Me: Ok, I’ll
try to get to the next one. Give me a
deadline?
Ears: we
didn’t decide what the next stage is yet.
TJ: can we
make it up?
Me: I think
it’s “bargaining with God”
TJ: o are
you going to go all witchy again and send out vibrations whatever?
Me: (sigh)
Ears: that’s
okay but we’re not going to chants and moon meditations shit, we’re not little
anymore that you can make us.
TJ: totally
Me: well
what stage are you at?
Them: “fuck
you”
TJ: jynx you
owe me a coke. Yeah I want to break the arrow.
Ears: and
shove it through his eye into his brain
Us:
hahahahhahahahahaha
Me: jeez
guys, we are going to totally need so much therapy (sigh)
TJ: Django?
What stage are you at? (“already forgot all about you”)
Me: Ya know,
I like Django’s stage!
Ears: Do you
want us to drop you on your head to get you there faster?
Us:
hahahahhahahaha
Me: Under the circumstances I might not mind that…
Enter the IT
specialist brother-in-law into the picture, who gives me what I was missing,
what the dead would say if the dead could speak after all if the dead left cached
emails behind. Now, Me: I’m at stage Fuck You I Hope You Wake Up to Find Your Dog
Dead at Your Feet and Satan Fucking Your Mother in the Eye Socket While Your
Whore Girlfriend Blows The Sabres in a Row.
I wonder where in the continuum is that stage of grief.
