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The 'Dead Dad Club' comes from last night's Grey's Anatomy.
It was from the closing scene in Grey's Anatomy,. Last night a main character's father died. It was a very touching episode, and that arc was very well done.
I can't imagine that anyone would be searching for that, though. As if it was an actual "club", with dues and membership cards.
Ugh, people are so weird and dumb sometimes.
Grey's Anatomy has STOLEN our club name?!?
Contact the lawyers, Educat. Our days of financial struggle are over. You have to *pay* when you trespass on intellectual property.
You know, those people already had me peeved with their knitting reference. For months, I couldn't knit in public without some snarky knowing look hinting that it was an outcropping of some sort of sexual frustration. Now this!?
I shan't take this sitting down, Grey's Anatomy!!!
Dear Host and commenters...We lost our Dad Dec. 29th. We are not dumb... We are reaching out to see if we can "share" our pain and helpful hints for how others "recovered". I feel certain that how you "spin" your blog will be up to you from this point. There are thousands of us out there who have lost our Dad...and need a place to post our thoughts. It would be really great if your site becomes the place for us to do this. We women should reach out to help each other. It is up to you. Sincerely, Me
Dear Me (I feel like I should be saying this with the back of my hand to my brow. "Oh, Dear me!"),
First of all, I am sorry and I get it. On June 26th, I watched my father's face let go of all fear and doubt and pain and set out on the very same journey your father would find six months and three days later.
Unfortunately, that fear and doubt and pain left his face and went straight to mine. And my mother's. And my sister's. And to all the family and friends he left.
As I said, I am six months and three days further down that path, and I can tell you that six months and three days later, I don't know much more. I am no more a role model for grief than I was on June 26th. That's why they call them hard times, they aren't easy.
You are kind and correct that the choice of how to handle this journey is my own. This blog is about how I handle my life, all of it. I will often handle this journey by laughing at the roadside attractions. If that gives you any light, please share it. If it does not, remember, your choice of how to handle your grief is yours as well.
I posted about this last night. I am a 10 year member of the Dead Dad Club. I read your and Crib Chick's posts a while back about that and thought of you all last night during the episode. I cried during the scene since it was such an apt way of putting it.
We DDGC members are here, belonging to something so incedibly sorrowful, and then some stupid show comes along and BOOM.
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