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Post by Jayman on Jan 21, 2020 6:27:31 GMT
That sounds like such a rough childhood sorry ms z 
Thanks so much for your concern here Jay  !
I'm just so glad it was over and done with long ago
and it's just a very distant part of my life now  .
For me moving forward with this life
and not looking back has always been
a helpful yet good thing as well  . That is good to hear and that is a good attitude to have about not looking back and moving forward. I am guessing you did not go to your high shool reunion then  I didn't either.
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Post by bravomailer on Jan 21, 2020 6:41:49 GMT
Rising and shining for my last reveille for roll call in the military service. (Drafted in 1969, discharged in 1971) After three years of GI life, the last roll call is at the top of my list too.
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Post by Xcalatë on Jan 21, 2020 12:32:43 GMT
Gym class in Highschool. They used to regulary make us do these acrobatic exercises and i'm not the most sporty guy in the world so I HATED that crap.
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Post by Jep Gambardella on Jan 21, 2020 13:14:18 GMT
you never know when that may repeat  That is true, but I can't imagine under what circumstances I would be required to do that again at this point in my life...
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Post by mszanadu on Jan 21, 2020 19:27:53 GMT
Thanks so much for your concern here Jay !
I'm just so glad it was over and done with long ago
and it's just a very distant part of my life now .
For me moving forward with this life
and not looking back has always been
a helpful yet good thing as well . That is good to hear and that is a good attitude to have about not looking back and moving forward. I am guessing you did not go to your high school reunion then I didn't either.
I most definitely did not attend my high school reunion   if there even was one I never got an announcement for it ever   ( and even if I did get an announcement for it I still wouldn't go  ) .
My class was so dramatic , uppity , and lame we almost didn't get our Yearbooks  because the ones " in charge " were having difficulties
get it together but I guess they managed to
put it all together the very last minute ( whatever right ? )   .
I actually had no real or true friendships in all my 12 years of school either
no worries though it made me a much stronger and self-sufficient person as an individual
( forever the lone wolf and quiet hermit here as a result - which has always suited me just fine anyway ) .
I actually made more fine friends here on this forum
than all my past years before
but with the exception of
my life long best friend my hubby of course .
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Post by Jayman on Jan 21, 2020 21:00:20 GMT
That is good to hear and that is a good attitude to have about not looking back and moving forward. I am guessing you did not go to your high school reunion then I didn't either.
I most definitely did not attend my high school reunion if there even was one I never got an announcement for it ever ( and even if I did get an announcement for it I still wouldn't go ) .
My class was so dramatic , uppity , and lame we almost didn't get our Yearbooks because the ones " in charge " were having difficulties
get it together but I guess they managed to
put it all together the very last minute ( whatever right ? ) .
I actually had no real or true friendships in all my 12 years of school either
no worries though it made me a much stronger and self-sufficient person as an individual
( forever the lone wolf and quiet hermit here as a result - which has always suited me just fine anyway ) .
I actually made more fine friends here on this forum
than all my past years before
but with the exception of
my life long best friend my hubby of course .
The important thing is that you have grown as an individual and are happy with who you are now. I think I speak for all of your forum friends when I say we are proud to be a part of the group that you call your friends |
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Post by mszanadu on Jan 21, 2020 21:08:42 GMT
Gym class in Highschool. They used to regulary make us do these acrobatic exercises and i'm not the most sporty guy in the world so I HATED that crap.
I totally agree with you here xcalat3 .
IMPO - Gym class was the most humiliating of all
especially for certain people ( like me here )
that are not the type
to want to participate
in sports or group activities either .
It certainly wasn't my cup of tea here  .
Of course if other people do find enjoyment
out of activities like this
than I'm glad for them .
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Post by mszanadu on Jan 21, 2020 21:15:37 GMT
I most definitely did not attend my high school reunion if there even was one I never got an announcement for it ever ( and even if I did get an announcement for it I still wouldn't go ) .
My class was so dramatic , uppity , and lame we almost didn't get our Yearbooks because the ones " in charge " were having difficulties
get it together but I guess they managed to
put it all together the very last minute ( whatever right ? ) .
I actually had no real or true friendships in all my 12 years of school either
no worries though it made me a much stronger and self-sufficient person as an individual
( forever the lone wolf and quiet hermit here as a result - which has always suited me just fine anyway ) .
I actually made more fine friends here on this forum
than all my past years before
but with the exception of
my life long best friend my hubby of course .
The important thing is that you have grown as an individual and are happy with who you are now. I think I speak for all of your forum friends when I say we are proud to be a part of the group that you call your friends
Thanks so much again Jay my friend
you always seem to say
just the kindest and most encouraging words here too  .
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Post by vegalyra on Jan 21, 2020 21:49:07 GMT
High School. I wouldn't mind going through college again (as a 20 year old of course), but high school was the pits. My junior and senior year was a lot of fun, but 9 - 10th grades was definitely not much fun (especially with braces and glasses). Luckily over the summer after 10th grade I grew several inches (no joke), my braces came off, and I got contacts. No one recognized me at the start of my junior year. haha
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Post by Lebowskidoo 🦞 on Jan 21, 2020 23:59:51 GMT
High school for me too. No more small town idiots with small minds. College was a fresh start with much more interesting people in a more stimulating environment.
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Post by rogerthat on Jan 22, 2020 21:39:05 GMT
January 2nd was the last time I saw my mother. She died that night. Normally I wouldn't be happy about that. For years I saw her six days a week. The last month she cried in pain each day despite being given opiates. That was exceptionally hard to watch. I last spoke with her the day after Christmas. I held her and told her I will always love her. She was the best mother for whom one could hope. They upped her morphine which induced a coma during her final week. At least she's no longer suffering. It's a poignant happiness. This is really touching and is similar to my experience with my mother. She lived in a different part of the country than I did and every visit I would see the deterioration in her physical form. Each time I wondered if it was my last goodbye. The last time I physically saw her and said goodbye she cried as she knew it was probably the last I would see her. I cried on the plane as I knew it as well. She died a few weeks later. Thank you for sharing your story.
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Post by Sulla on Jan 22, 2020 23:44:52 GMT
January 2nd was the last time I saw my mother. She died that night. Normally I wouldn't be happy about that. For years I saw her six days a week. The last month she cried in pain each day despite being given opiates. That was exceptionally hard to watch. I last spoke with her the day after Christmas. I held her and told her I will always love her. She was the best mother for whom one could hope. They upped her morphine which induced a coma during her final week. At least she's no longer suffering. It's a poignant happiness. This is really touching and is similar to my experience with my mother. She lived in a different part of the country than I did and every visit I would see the deterioration in her physical form. Each time I wondered if it was my last goodbye. The last time I physically saw her and said goodbye she cried as she knew it was probably the last I would see her. I cried on the plane as I knew it as well. She died a few weeks later. Thank you for sharing your story. Thank you, rogerthat. My condolences for your loss. I know it's heartbreaking to see that inevitable deterioration.
I suppose I'm fortunate to live in the same city as my mother.
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Post by Marv on Jan 23, 2020 1:42:55 GMT
January 2nd was the last time I saw my mother. She died that night. Normally I wouldn't be happy about that. For years I saw her six days a week. The last month she cried in pain each day despite being given opiates. That was exceptionally hard to watch. I last spoke with her the day after Christmas. I held her and told her I will always love her. She was the best mother for whom one could hope. They upped her morphine which induced a coma during her final week. At least she's no longer suffering. It's a poignant happiness. My condolences. Bittersweet I reckon. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2020 2:42:04 GMT
I most definitely did not attend my high school reunion if there even was one I never got an announcement for it ever ( and even if I did get an announcement for it I still wouldn't go ) . My class was so dramatic , uppity , and lame we almost didn't get our Yearbooks because the ones " in charge " were having difficulties
get it together but I guess they managed to
put it all together the very last minute ( whatever right ? ) . I actually had no real or true friendships in all my 12 years of school either
no worries though it made me a much stronger and self-sufficient person as an individual
( forever the lone wolf and quiet hermit here as a result - which has always suited me just fine anyway ) . I actually made more fine friends here on this forum
than all my past years before
but with the exception of
my life long best friend my hubby of course . The important thing is that you have grown as an individual and are happy with who you are now. I think I speak for all of your forum friends when I say we are proud to be a part of the group that you call your friends 
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Post by mszanadu on Jan 23, 2020 3:34:29 GMT
The important thing is that you have grown as an individual and are happy with who you are now. I think I speak for all of your forum friends when I say we are proud to be a part of the group that you call your friends
That's extremely wonderful & sweet of you to say here Deb
and I very much appreciate your kind and encouraging words as always here too !
So sorry also it's been awhile since you and I have chatted here too my emails are still a bit all over the place with my order of responding to these  .
No big worries of course I will just have to get to it ASAP ( right ? ) .
As for my school years I was also a very quiet and shy person
that really just kept to myself and never started any trouble
but it seemed that trouble still followed me around
in the form of bullies etc. so it made my time and learning in school very difficult to enjoy also
( I'm just really glad all of this is a distant memory now ) .
I feel very honored and lucky
to have found some wonderful folks here on this fine forum to chat with .
For me it gives me hope now
and it definitely seems to make up for
all the past years of turmoil
I endured in my life as well .
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Post by Sulla on Jan 23, 2020 5:16:10 GMT
January 2nd was the last time I saw my mother. She died that night. Normally I wouldn't be happy about that. For years I saw her six days a week. The last month she cried in pain each day despite being given opiates. That was exceptionally hard to watch. I last spoke with her the day after Christmas. I held her and told her I will always love her. She was the best mother for whom one could hope. They upped her morphine which induced a coma during her final week. At least she's no longer suffering. It's a poignant happiness. My condolences. Bittersweet I reckon.
Thanks, Marv.
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Post by rachelcarson1953 on Jan 25, 2020 16:42:09 GMT
January 2nd was the last time I saw my mother. She died that night. Normally I wouldn't be happy about that. For years I saw her six days a week. The last month she cried in pain each day despite being given opiates. That was exceptionally hard to watch. I last spoke with her the day after Christmas. I held her and told her I will always love her. She was the best mother for whom one could hope. They upped her morphine which induced a coma during her final week. At least she's no longer suffering. It's a poignant happiness. I am so sorry for your loss, Sulla. I had a similar experience when my father was in his last month of life. He was the best father anyone could hope for, and I miss him every day. He was my most dedicated protector, other than my late husband; if I was in pain or scared, it was my Dad that I wanted at my side. Fortunately, I was able to be at his side, holding his hand, when he passed. Take care... 
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Post by Sulla on Jan 26, 2020 2:34:02 GMT
January 2nd was the last time I saw my mother. She died that night. Normally I wouldn't be happy about that. For years I saw her six days a week. The last month she cried in pain each day despite being given opiates. That was exceptionally hard to watch. I last spoke with her the day after Christmas. I held her and told her I will always love her. She was the best mother for whom one could hope. They upped her morphine which induced a coma during her final week. At least she's no longer suffering. It's a poignant happiness. I am so sorry for your loss, Sulla. I had a similar experience when my father was in his last month of life. He was the best father anyone could hope for, and I miss him every day. He was my most dedicated protector, other than my late husband; if I was in pain or scared, it was my Dad that I wanted at my side. Fortunately, I was able to be at his side, holding his hand, when he passed. Take care...
Thank you, Rachel.  I knew you could relate to this having been through it, too.
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Post by ellynmacg on Jan 26, 2020 4:57:18 GMT
I am sorry to hear about that mszanadu . I would have thought somebody like you would have had a lot of friends back then but I totally agree with what Jayman has to say here and think you are one of the most loved members on this forum. You are always kind, positive and helpful to everybody and it has been really nice getting to know you on here.
That's extremely wonderful & sweet of you to say here Deb
and I very much appreciate your kind and encouraging words as always here too !
So sorry also it's been awhile since you and I have chatted here too my emails are still a bit all over the place with my order of responding to these .
No big worries of course I will just have to get to it ASAP ( right ? ) .
As for my school years I was also a very quiet and shy person
that really just kept to myself and never started any trouble
but it seemed that trouble still followed me around
in the form of bullies etc. so it made my time and learning in school very difficult to enjoy also
( I'm just really glad all of this is a distant memory now ) .
I feel very honored and lucky
to have found some wonderful folks here on this fine forum to chat with .
For me it gives me hope now
and it definitely seems to make up for
all the past years of turmoil
I endured in my life as well .
Mszanadu, I can so relate to--and sympathize with--your unhappiness during high school. I, too, frequently suffered through encounters with bullies. My worst period of school, however, was not high school, but junior high. I HATED IT. And, due to some quirks peculiar to different districts or states, I attended three different junior high schools, and "graduated" from jhs twice.  If I had not had books and music, and a little later on, movies, my misery would have been still greater. And though I have made a few friends here and there (though none remaining from jhs or hs), none could ever compare to my parents, and now that both of them have gone on to the next level, none could compare with my two best (living) friends: my husband and my sister. I am so fortunate to have them both. (I also love my two sons, but that's in a different way.) As for something I was happy to do for the last time: it would actually be a bunch of little somethings--boring, stultifying tasks and duties I performed for over twenty years on a daily, ever-more tedious, basis as part of my job. As of less than a month ago, I am a retired person, which means I have done all those niggling little (and some not so little) chores for the last time. And it is such a relief to know that!
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Post by ellynmacg on Jan 26, 2020 5:21:22 GMT
January 2nd was the last time I saw my mother. She died that night. Normally I wouldn't be happy about that. For years I saw her six days a week. The last month she cried in pain each day despite being given opiates. That was exceptionally hard to watch. I last spoke with her the day after Christmas. I held her and told her I will always love her. She was the best mother for whom one could hope. They upped her morphine which induced a coma during her final week. At least she's no longer suffering. It's a poignant happiness. Oh, Sulla, what can I say except "I feel for you." I'm so happy for you that you had the chance to tell her you loved her. My own beloved mother was hospitalized for the last year or so of her life, and due to her total dependence on a ventilator and some other COPD-related problems could not even speak for more than a few seconds at a time...and she so loved good conversation with good friends, of whom she had many, of a wide range of ages, ethnicities, and personalities.  Anyway..."It's a poignant happiness" is an excellent description of my feelings when she crossed over. (I was not present when my father died, but he was not hospitalized for nearly as long, and he never lost the power of speech.) I firmly believed that, whatever her new life would be like, she would be happier. And that made me happy despite the sorrow of (temporarily) losing her.
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