{"id":1063,"date":"2007-05-14T13:43:00","date_gmt":"2007-05-14T18:43:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lawrencem94.sg-host.com\/?p=1063"},"modified":"2007-05-14T13:43:00","modified_gmt":"2007-05-14T18:43:00","slug":"hiccup","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/?p=1063","title":{"rendered":"Hiccup"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>So. Grief. Maybe you&#8217;ve noticed I haven&#8217;t talked about it all so much, all the time, cataloging the minutes of each day spent weeping and the dreams and the sadness. Because it&#8217;s spaced out, it fades, but then -AHOY!- it schlumps back through the kitchen like a teenager dripping books and clothes and dirty dishes in their wake. GAH! I hate the unpredictability. <\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t like the fact that songs that are written about lost loves, broken relationships, also apply :startlingly: to a dead parent. &#8220;Who Knew&#8221; by Pink always catches me by surprise &#8211; <br \/>(excerpt)<br \/>When someone said count your blessings now<br \/>&#8216;fore they&#8217;re long gone<br \/>I guess I just didn&#8217;t know how<br \/>I was all wrong<br \/>They knew better<br \/>Still you said forever<br \/>And ever<br \/>Who knew<\/p>\n<p>Yeah yeah<br \/>I&#8217;ll keep you locked in my head<br \/>Until we meet again<br \/>Until we<br \/>Until we meet again<br \/>And I won&#8217;t forget you my friend<br \/>What happened<\/p>\n<p>If someone said three years from now<br \/>You&#8217;d be long gone<br \/>I&#8217;d stand up and punch them out<br \/>Cause they&#8217;re all wrong and<br \/>That last kiss<br \/>I&#8217;ll cherish<br \/>Until we meet again<br \/>And time makes<br \/>It harder<br \/>I wish I could remember<br \/>But I keep<br \/>Your memory<br \/>You visit me in my sleep<br \/>My darling<br \/>Who knew<br \/>My darling<br \/>My darling<br \/>Who knew<br \/>My darling<br \/>I miss you<br \/>My darling<br \/>Who knew<br \/>Who knew<\/p>\n<p>I usually am fine through most of the song, and then we hit that part about the final kiss, and I see my father about to die and his skin changing color and knowing I was there for those final moments, holding his hand, feeling my husband holding me from behind. Gah. Hey, guess what&#8217;s coming up, less than a month away ? Maybe that&#8217;s why. Anniversary of his death, one year. June 10. I&#8217;m going to the Royals Stitch &#038; Pitch that day, so I&#8217;m looking forward to a good distraction, among friends, spending some time later with my husband, looking at the grasses we planted in his memory, but today, I just keep falling apart, just a little bit, just a small seam ripped, a few tears spilling out each time before I can pin it back up, fold over the selvedge and restore some order&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>On a lighter note, Pink&#8217;s latest song\/video &#8220;U + Ur Hand&#8221; completely makes me want to do this to my hair:<\/p>\n<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_FtpS7UUhDjk\/Rkiwd47EaxI\/AAAAAAAAACA\/1OzIYv6drho\/s1600-h\/pink.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;\" src=\"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_FtpS7UUhDjk\/Rkiwd47EaxI\/AAAAAAAAACA\/1OzIYv6drho\/s400\/pink.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\"id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064491808520956690\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>James looked very nervous &#038; afraid when I told him that. Apparently nearing 40 is not making me want to buy the Nissan Z as much as it is making me want to look like a punk. (No, I don&#8217;t want all those tattoos. Though if I could ever settle on one tattoo, I&#8217;d be tickled&#8230;pink.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So. Grief. Maybe you&#8217;ve noticed I haven&#8217;t talked about it all so much, all the time, cataloging the minutes of each day spent weeping and the dreams and the sadness. Because it&#8217;s spaced out, it fades, but then -AHOY!- it schlumps back through the kitchen like a teenager dripping books and clothes and dirty dishes [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1063"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1063"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1063\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1063"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1063"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plazajen.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1063"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}