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Yesterday was the eighth anniversary of my dad's death, and I got through it unscathed.
I remembered him, as always, fondly and with love.
But I do that every day.
The anniversary just comes with the painful memories of me screaming the place down as the police told me he was gone...

And, also, he who left me's birthday yesterday too. But I blog that coincidence crap every year.

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In other news, kids are driving me up the wall. Even the one who doesn't live here is putting in her two-penny worth, with her personal dramas.
And number two daughter has a psychological assessment on Monday, to see if she needs any help or not.
I think they will say she is just a bit of a drama queen too.

Can't imagine where they get it from.

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I have been in correspondence via email with the Samaritans for a number of days now, as I wanted somewhere to discuss my rather bad case of fear -- I seem to be terrified of everything.
But they have turned it into a discussion about suicide, and now I feel worse than ever -- I didn't realise how well-formed my plans were until now.

I think if I had a gun I'd be dead right now.

Way to go Samaritans.