And from that moment on, things were starting to go uphill. Dad was more lively and less bitter, towards me, towards Mom, and especially towards Mendel. Baby steps, Mendel called them, but I saw them more as leaps and bounds for Dad.
We could say Whizzer's name and he wouldn't snap or cry. We could leave him alone again without fear of another suicidal incident. We could go out in public and act like a big, happy, completely normal family. And it was bliss.
Things were finally looking up for this family and it made life from then on out
absolutely wonderful.
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the five stages of grief ⇒ falsettos | ✔️ #Wattys2018
Fanfiction≫ the five stages of grief: a falsettos fanfiction ≪ we all grieve in different ways but after whizzer's funeral, marvin begins what mendel calls "the five stages of grief." get ready for an experience like no other in falsettoland. ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎ ≫ a...
