It still feels like a nightmare -- or a really bad joke -- I can accept the two who died from cancer but my uncle who just didn't wake up -- I cannot accept that. My mind is in such denial that when someone mentions it, I feel the 'shock' of it all over again. I dug out my medications from when Kanga was terrorizing us, pharmacist says they are still good. I know I am not getting through this without some help. My uncle's funeral isn't going to be for almost 2 weeks cause they have to do an autopsy before they can ship the body home.
Eeyore is being a total brat about "all these dead people ruining my vacation". He did, eventually, apologize and I know that it is because he does not deal well with death. But....gggrrrr.....I can't deal with parenting difficult children right now.