There Should Be A Socially Acceptable Way To Say "im Not Sure What To Say To That. Can You Say Something

there should be a socially acceptable way to say "im not sure what to say to that. can you say something different"

I'm sorting clothes. Throwing away anything I can bring myself to part with. Does it have a stain? What if there's a cat on it, though?

And Marie Kondo came to mind. Full disclosure my only exposure to her aside from the "I love mess" meme is the Gilmore Girls miniseries, so I fully admit I have no idea if my understanding of her approach to getting rid of clutter is accurate.

I was just thinking how the "Does it bring me joy" question just wouldn't work. I just put a tee shirt I got when I was 13 in the trash, not because I don't love it--not for lack of it bringing me joy. I have memories attached to that tee shirt and it's such a product of the fashion of it's time! But it has a stain and it's coming apart at the seams. It has to go.

Reader, I kissed it goodbye.

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

Ha a lélek vándorlásában hiszünk, el kell fogadnunk hogy ha zenészek voltunk, zenészek maradunk akkor is, ha négy lábbal újraszületünk..

Because of hard reasons, my husband wasn't able to be at his father's bedside at the end. His siblings put him on the phone and he sang ("Mighty Quinn" because it was all he could think of) to his father. His father passed away as he sang. I've always thought that it was the most beautiful way to pass.

my father said to me once that one of the things he deeply regretted was not putting music on for his father while he was fading away. he told me that grandpa would just sit in his old armchair in the quiet, and not until after he’d passed did my dad think of how he could have played of his favorite classical music tapes for him so grandpa could listen to something while he still could. i was very young when this happened and not much older when my dad told me this, but it always stuck with me as something important.

my mother died at home in a hospice cot, slowly shutting down over the course of about a week. when she had stopped responding, i remembered what dad told me about wishing he’d played music for grandpa, and i put the radio on her favorite country music station and kept it on for her until she died.

daddy died in hospital. no cassette players, no decent radios. the day after he was brought in, i thought again of what he told me, and i bought a little portable bluetooth speaker. even though he never woke up, was never aware, i played music for him too.

there’s no real significance to sharing this, not really. my motivation is selfish, again: i just want to hope that someone might think of this when their loved one is stuck in silence somehow, and maybe they’ll play music for them, and they won’t have to regret not doing so. i want to hope it helps someone. and i want to hope that someone will remember my dad with me, even in just a “story i read on the internet” way.