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So my Mom died at about 5:30in the morning. I was not there but at least I got my chance to say my goodbyes, and she was in no pain. My personal belief on death is an old Celtic/Irish one - that we do not die. We simply enter another level of existence. We row our boats to the island shrouded in mists called Tir na nog; the Land of Youth, where dwell the Tuath De. Mom will be there, waiting for us, when we cross. She will be able to see us at times when the liminals are thin, and still be able to hear us when we speak to her. She made a face yesterday when she was unconscious, and I just know she was finding out she would have to row the boat herself.
We would have rowed it for you if we could. Just know Grandma and Grandpa are there waiting to help you pull it onto the shore.
Arrogant, slightly touchy, maybe just a hair paranoid but basically a reasonable human being. I write fan fiction - and lots of it. I write what makes me happy. Some of it's weird, some of it's strange, some of it's funny. I write mpreg because my readers seem to like it, and that's pretty much the reason I write anything. It makes people smile. If you don't like what I write, you are more than free to not read it. There are lots of other fan fiction writers. I'm just a little grey rat amusing herself.|
Current Residence: Here
Favourite genre of music: Art Rock
Favourite photographer: Pointy!
Favourite style of art: Realism
Skin of choice: Sorta pink with a tattoo on my shoulder
Favourite cartoon character: Yakko, Wakko & Dot
Personal Quote: I'll get right on that...