if you’ve ever thought that I needed professional help, well now’s your time to see that I get it! The universe really said hold my beer to me this past week. As most are aware Tugi had his last supper hurrah on May 1st and he went out like a f*cking boss. I was prepared for his exit but what I wasn’t prepared for is less than two days later I’d have to take my mom to the ER, have her be admitted to the hospital, and then be discharged on home hospice care. It has now been my Mom’s turn to say hold my beer, among some other quite hilarious things, as she has decided to just flame out in style with us wagering on how many hours we have left. Pretty sure she just wants to be with Tugi, wherever he is, so they can continue having the best day ever. Anyway, all this to say that dying isn’t cheap nor is the aftercare (of both Tugi and my mom) and seeing a therapist…if anyone would like to help a very overwhelmed, anxiety riddled, depression filled friend out it would be much appreciated as she absolutely needs a break.