Collateral Damage and the 2nd Anniversary of My Mother's Suicide.

Ooh, how spicy are the consequences of public display in the blogosphere.  An angry ex.  A Jennlapse.   But at least the lunatic is writing again.  Yes, a few days ago we wrote the previous post, and a recent breakup had brought up feelings about that unattainable gal from Long Island that seems to always pop up on the periphery under circumstances of uncertainty.  Then a mysterious "friend" sent a link to that post to my beautiful ex-girlfriend here in Mountain town.  A sweet girl, a tumultuous relationship, another addiction that was nearly impossible to give up.  Are we just addicted to quitting?

For whatever reason, I've been conditioned to write about things that might be better kept private on this here blog that nobody reads.  And I'm glad to be back online.

So that brings us to the two year anniversary of Take off day.  I'm pretty sure that two years ago today, my brother, my mother, and I, were in Zurich.  When my brother and I left Switzerland, there were only two of the original traveling party still alive.  My mother had chosen to end her life, with dignity, grace, and steadfast bravery.  Scroll down for a couple years, (and I haven't written much the last few years), and you'll probably find a post about my mother's exit from her body bag.  I didn't keep that a secret either.  So, what you see is what you get.

Adios Mom.

FD