Those Were the Days

Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days.

Happy Birthday, bestest.  I miss you and wish you were here.

Understanding Grief

Some good information from the Irish Hospice Foundation:

Understanding Grief - Irish Hospice Foundation

 

 

No One Will Explain to Me Why

Anya: Are they gonna cut the body open?

Willow: Oh my God! Would you just stop talking? Just... shut your mouth, please!

Anya: What am I doing?

Willow: How can you act like that?

Anya: Am I supposed to be changing my clothes a lot? I mean, is that the helpful thing to do?

Xander: Guys...

Willow: The way you behave...

Anya: Nobody will tell me.

Willow: Because it's not okay for you to be asking these things!

Anya: But I don't understand! I don't understand how this all happens, how we go through this. I mean, I *knew* her, and then she's- There's just a body, and I don't understand why she just can't get back in it and not be dead anymore. It's stupid. It's mortal and stupid. And-And Xander's crying and not talking. And-And I was having fruit punch, and I thought, well, "Joyce will never have any more fruit punch, *ever*, and she'll never have eggs or yawn or brush her hair, not ever." And no one will explain to me why.

--"The Body," Buffy the Vampire Slayer

As Long As You Remember Me

It's been five years since we had to say goodbye to our little girl Willow.  Time eases the pain but never fully takes it away.