That Thanksgiving was a Skull I’m not a boy or a girl I’m dead vintage shirt mixture of enjoyment and sadness because my friend had been diagnosed with cancer, and the prognosis wasn’t good. We all knew it was a matter of time. They arrived and my friend looked beautiful. Cancer had affected her terribly with tremendous weight loss, but the result left her with lovely cheekbones and she wore a stylish wig that gave her an elegant appearance. It was obvious that her mother had already had a number of cocktails & was a few sheets to the wind. I think we all knew this was the last time we’d celebrate together. We served drinks before dinner and then everyone sat down for the meal.
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We had just started to eat when my friend quietly leaned over and told me her mom had been ill in the Skull I’m not a boy or a girl I’m dead vintage shirt bathroom. A friend would have offered to clean up but cancer had made her too weak to handle that task. I assured her I would deal with it and went to check out the situation before any of the other guests happened to walk in the loo. Good thing I did. When I opened the door I had never seen anything like the mess I found. The woman had projectile vomited, it was everywhere from the ceiling, covered the windows, walls, cabinets. It was horrific and it was clear she’d had more than a few red wines. Later when all the guests had left, only my friend and her mom were left. I could only hug them both and whisper in my friend’s ear that I loved her. I couldn’t be upset with her mom, she was her daughter’s caretaker and the illness had taken its toll on both of them. It was the last time I ever saw either of them. Writing this has made me so sad, though it’s been 15 years I still miss my fun, humorous friend. I gritted my teeth and hunkered down cleaning while my guests had dinner, no way I wanted anyone to see what was in that bathroom.