A few days ago
When my mum told me that the uncle I didn't know was seriously ill, and I've not seen since I was very young, had just died.

I can't remember the last time I felt so helpless, I'm the other side of the world to a family racked by pointless and painful family politics that have been poisoning multiple generations slowly. I know enough about this to know that my mum is probably going through about a million types of hell right now and I'm most likely the only one who has any clue. But I'm in China, she's in the UK and my contract isn't up for another couple of monthes.

And two weeks ago her favourite aunt, the relative she was closest to as a child died also. The greatest proof that there's a God to my mind is that he's most likely a sadistic bugger who thinks this kind of stuff is fun.
( Jessie © needs pirate name suggestions, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 2:26, Reply)