Well someone just had a talk about getting children when my first brother is now my sister, and my second brother is gay.
Finding documents is a terrible thing.
Also again reminded of such a failure I am.
All these fucking documents I need to find, shit I need to clean, and I just want to sleep.
Just sleep and rest and be alone.
My mother, wheelchair bound due to a stroke, was knocked down by a car on her way back home on her motorized wheelchair, on the street just outside my home on last Saturday, 22nd April.
She hit her head badly and blood started swelling in her brain. The doctors put her under and drilled a hole in her skull to let blood out and she stayed medically sedated for her brain pressure to fall. Doctors had told us that she might not wake up, or if she does, she could be physically impaired.
26th April morning, I got a call from the hospital that my mom developed a lung infection and was under heavy medication and was in a critical condition. She died 3 hours later of pneumonia.
She had to have an autopsy because it was an official police case, but the driver was remorseful and had sent us flowers in the three day wake. She was cremated on Friday and in Saturday, we set her urn in the cemetery where my fathers future ashes would be set once his cemetery plot is expired.
My brother and I have been cleaning up the house from Friday, setting aside the mountain of craft hobbies my mother has. Due to culture and religion, we can’t throw her stuff for 7 days, in where her soul would return during the last day.
Personally I would rather throw all her stuff away, but my brother wants to sell some, and the rest of the extended family and friends would like some stuff too. This all makes cleaning the stuff harder as we play an eternal waiting and Tetris cleanup game.
Meanwhile, I’ve shoved my laptop and stuff back into my boxes since my brother is back and reclaimed his room while he stays over for the weekend.
In the end, we’ve decided that I should move out since I would be the only one left in a 3 room flat, and the others are kinda worried about what I’ll do with my life now that my time isn’t filled with helping my mother. I’m not sure about what will be up for the future either.
I guess I am technically an orphan now.
My mother passed away this morning.
Sometimes writing is like having an enormous lake in your head, and you want to get it out of your head and into a proper place for a lake so other people can come and go swimming and ride jet skis and stuff, except all you have to move the lake is a teaspoon. So you’re just sitting there frantically flinging water out of the lake with your teaspoon and telling people, “Guys, this lake is going to be so cool when it’s done,” but it will never be done. There is so much lake.
I didn’t really expect this to be relatable, but if you wanna reblog, go wild.
I can’t help but get a serious “Hollywood adaptation” vibe from the new samurai jack trailer.
It used to be a series of non sequential tales of his journey to defeat Aku… adding a heavy story plot to it seems sacrilegious.