I was opening a piece of junk mail, so that I could unsubscribe to it, and I found this:
It's infuriating. The agency that Nikki modeled for was supposed to request a withdrawl of all her print ads, from various companies that she'd done work for, but their records show that they never even filed
for the withdrawls. They've been siphoning money off the deceased. Easy money, when they don't have to pay someone that's not around. But that's the thing about advertising...people SEE the ads. Morons. The Winstons have been suing them since February.
I'm supposed to be getting better...but things like this make it difficult to continue the healing process, y'know? I see Lisa at least once a week. We talk, we laugh, we cry, then we laugh some more. And it helps. We help each other, I guess. We've had some anger between us (for those of you who remember the funeral ordeal), but we both miss her greatly, and it seems to have drawn us closer, once we made amends. I can only imagine what seeing things like this, popping up here and there, must make her and her family feel. The suffering I've seen them endure...
It's the reason I stopped believing in God.
And to those of you who have been trying to help me regain my faith--and perhaps I may yet, still--I thank you. But please understand that it may take me a while. I've still a bit of healing left to do. However, you've accelerated it farther than I could imagine. Again, I thank you.
I'll do my time
Oh, keeping you off my mind
But there's moments that I find
I'm not feeling so strong—Bruce Hornsby