Good Riddance. Times have changed. She and her brother thought they could talk all their racist shit because they were doing it in front of another white person. They obviously have never head the phrase "Just because you're my color doesn't mean your my kind".

I haven't had to go through the tremendous grief of losing a parent yet. My parents are my best friends, and I love them both dearly. But for some reason, I can hold myself together relatively well when people talk about losing their mother. But when someone mentions their dad dying? HOLY SHITBALLS, BATMAN, THIS…

That's so true. I love every chance to speak well of my mom. To share the great memories, and just remember how much she loved us, it helps a little.