theholytoast (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} theholytoast) wrote,@ 2008-05-11 13:00:00 |
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Sharon Walker
Her favorite drink is Diet Coke and Bacardi light. Her favorite opera is Phantom, but only if we drive into Canada overnight and see it for real. Her favorite hair color is brunette. She always smells like a goddess and makes the best chocolate chip cookies on earth. She took my sister and I into her home when I was a baby when my mother was paralyzed in a car accident. She raised us until I was six and has since always been my "other mother". When we moved to Texas she always comes to visit and flew in special just to watch my graduation. She died this morning. 5:30 am. Freak massive heart attack. She was the healthiest person I know/shit/knew. Total left field. God, what were you thinking!?!
On the beach with husband Jim and my dog Finn. He's going to be devastated. The kind of devastated that won't let you get out of bed in the morning and think seriously about suicide. They've been crazy in love since they were high school sweethearts.
her and my real mom went glamour shots in the early nineties when it was the 'thing' to do, it was so cheesy, until now.
I'm having a hard time thinking of her in past tense. It is not my imagination that it hurts more because it's mother's day. From now on it'll always be the day that Aunt Sharon died. I hereby shitlist everything on earth until further notice.
Her favorite drink is Diet Coke and Bacardi light. Her favorite opera is Phantom, but only if we drive into Canada overnight and see it for real. Her favorite hair color is brunette. She always smells like a goddess and makes the best chocolate chip cookies on earth. She took my sister and I into her home when I was a baby when my mother was paralyzed in a car accident. She raised us until I was six and has since always been my "other mother". When we moved to Texas she always comes to visit and flew in special just to watch my graduation. She died this morning. 5:30 am. Freak massive heart attack. She was the healthiest person I know/shit/knew. Total left field. God, what were you thinking!?!
On the beach with husband Jim and my dog Finn. He's going to be devastated. The kind of devastated that won't let you get out of bed in the morning and think seriously about suicide. They've been crazy in love since they were high school sweethearts.
her and my real mom went glamour shots in the early nineties when it was the 'thing' to do, it was so cheesy, until now.
I'm having a hard time thinking of her in past tense. It is not my imagination that it hurts more because it's mother's day. From now on it'll always be the day that Aunt Sharon died. I hereby shitlist everything on earth until further notice.
