A Guest Post
This was written by, and posted on behalf of a good friend who knows what she is talking about. Don't like it? Tough shit. - T
When a daughter dies, it is the worst
day of all.
Until you read people excoriating her.
May you never know that day.
Someday, when her mother is googling her name, she will read what you have
written.
Or maybe it will be her daughter, searching desperately for scraps of her
mother.
In that day, may you all be proud of your witticisms.
Your day of humor will be past. It will be her mother and her daughter.
May God forgive you.
You're not as fucking funny as you think.
Too stupid to work out what this about or why she knows what she is talking about? Then you are not as fucking smart as you think, either...
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