I feel badly for Todd Fisher. Losing your mother and sister in a matter of days.
And I thought it was bad when my stepsisters lost their mother (my stepmom) and father within 2 weeks of each other.
That’s all I can think of…it seems that what 2008 was to me and my family, 2016 is to that poor family.
And you know…only a few hours ago I was reading about families that were bitching because the Hatchimals they bought their kids for Christmas weren’t working right, and it upset the kids and “ruined their Christmas”. Ruined Christmas–because of a defective toy that, at worst, could be exchanged. While this family has suffered a devastating double blow over the holidays. In the space of one day.
Anyway…here’s my first acquaintance with Debbie Reynolds. The lyrics just got that much more poignant.
The update on that page is dated December 29, 2016. For those reading this thread tomorrow, today is still December 28. Weird.
Is it wrong of me to be somewhat grateful that she doesn’t have to go through the circus Carrie’s funeral and aftermath was bound to be? Of course, now Todd and Billie have to. But it’s just plain different for someone her age.
Yeah, way to sully a memorial thread for Reynolds. Reported.
My thoughts are with her grandson and grand-daughter. “She went to be with Carrie. In fact, those were the last words she spoke this morning.”, said Todd. So touching.
In need of a safe space?
Damn, I can’t wait for this year to be over. Not that the deaths will stop, but it just seems like unending sadistic torture at this point. RIP, Debbie.
[Moderator Warning]
alphaboi, you’ve been here for long enough that you should know better. A political jab in a completely nonpolitical CS thread is bad enough, even when that jab doesn’t take the form of a wish of death on someone. Consider yourself Warned.
This was also out of line. No Warning given, but don’t do it again.
Oh good grief! 
Wow. I’ve heard of Broken Heart Syndrome, but I’m not sure that’s a real thing. I’m guessing this won’t be enough proof for some skeptics but I’m closer to being convinced.
This is simply awful.
Damn, I can’t keep up with all the deaths anymore. RIP, Debbie, and Carrie too.
Talk about Very Vaguely Creepy. The past few days have been a bummer for the family.
RIP Carrie & Debbie.
Whether it’s a thing or not, this is probably a poor example. Debbie was an 84-year-old who has been mostly out of public view for the past few years with health problems. I’m sure that over the past week she hasn’t been getting the rest and care she needs and that’s on top of stress. Health problems can take an awful lot out of a person. I’d believe sheer physical issues as a cause of death without even talking about mental causes.
Does anyone find this odd? If my father said that to me about my sibling, I’d be hurt. “Dad, I’M still here.” I know after my FIL died my MIL was borderline suicidal, but she knew she had to stay for her children and grandchildren.
Not that Debbie had any say in her stroke. I I guess grief makes people say wonky things. 
I do hope they’re buried together. What a tragedy for that whole family.
I’ve mentioned before a phenomenon I have personally witnessed many times of ailing women and “the baby”. When my maternal grandmother had dementia in her final year, she would frequently go looking for “the baby”, because she could hear it crying or she just knew it needed her. There was no baby in the family- her grandchildren and her great grandchildren were all too old to be babies plus she did not take care of them anyway- and if pressed she couldn’t give the name of the baby, but she would become hysterical when she couldn’t find it. My mother recalled that her own grandmother when she was dying of cancer kept asking about “the baby” and wanting to make sure it was being fed and looked after- they even brought her a great-grandchild who was a baby or a neighbor’s baby thinking she was asking about them and she would shake her head, that wasn’t the baby she meant, she meant HER baby, and no matter how much she was reassured that her babies were all grown she would not be comforted or reassured.
My own mother never had to endure actual dementia, thanks be, but during a long stay in the hospital in 2000 she was out of her mind for a couple of weeks due to pain medication and became tearfully concerned about-you guessed it-“the baby”- even though she recognized me and I was 30 something and her grandchildren were not babies anymore, but she knew that she had a baby and the baby needed her. My sister’s mother-in-law, same story. Even my great aunt Carrie, who never married or had a child, but did raise my father and helped raise other relatives, when she was in her late 90s would ask about “the baby” when she first woke up and was still confused. (Her one prized possession was a baby doll my mother had given her when she was well over 90- I’ve never seen such a bullseye of a gift- but this wasn’t the baby she was asking about.)
(Just to thwart solidarity I suppose, my paternal grandmother was the exception; she asked about her bank accounts. Constantly.)
My theory is that in times of extreme stress and sensed danger and confusion some women channel all power and cognition to the most important responsibility they ever had, which for all these women was a baby. When their senses were imploding and their world was a confusion of shadows, some feral primal part of them rallied to that ultimate purpose of protecting their cub, even if they could not identify it.
I think Debbie Reynolds, who per Carrie had been feeble and not always very alert in recent months, perhaps achieved what the others did not: she found the baby.
Todd is Carrie’s brother and Debbie’s son.
Yes, I think that’s her point, that Debbie was so upset with Carrie’s death that she wanted to be with Carrie, despite having a living son to be there for.
Personally it wouldn’t upset me, knowing that my mother was in the depth of grief. She wasn’t rejecting Todd, just desperately missing Carrie.
That’s how I read it - not rejection of her son but missing her daughter.
And yes, grief can make people say wonky things or word things poorly, based on my own family’s experience in losing a sister/daughter.
I just want to take a moment to apologize for my post last night. It was out of line and out of place and an error in judgement on my part.