RIP David
It seems like I only update when I have bad news :/
For those of you who do not have me on facebook: my sister's husband died this past Thursday. He was in china for business. He was supposed to catch a cab in the morning, but he never came down, so they sent someone up to check on him. They found him in bed, just...gone. They think it was a brain aneurysm (sp?).
I'm flying out tomorrow morning to be there for her and my nephew. Brian and Kristy are paying for my ticket, and have made arrangements for the kids to be taken care of while I'm gone. I'm...not handling it all that well, David was like my second father, so this is fucking me up on so many levels, but I'm keeping it together for now. It's only a week, then I'll come back home, have myself a mini-breakdown, and...we'll see. I have my priorities.
Sis is having the worst of it. She's having to deal with the consulates, banks, the company Dave worked for, etc., on top of trying to cope with the loss of her husband of almost 26 years, AND being there for their son. Our mother is there now, nagging her to eat, sleep, etc.,
Oikko...has moved into emergency coping mode. He wakes up....okay, gets shit done, goes to bed. Rinse. Repeat.
We don't have any plans for a funeral yet...we don't even have his body back yet, and Dave didn't want a funeral anyway. He's always said that he wantsed a party. He wantsed people laughing, having fun, remembering the crazy shit he did. He never wanted people crying over him (oops. Too late there, asshole. Next time, try not dying).
Anyway. Yeah. Fun times. So much fucking fun.
For those of you who do not have me on facebook: my sister's husband died this past Thursday. He was in china for business. He was supposed to catch a cab in the morning, but he never came down, so they sent someone up to check on him. They found him in bed, just...gone. They think it was a brain aneurysm (sp?).
I'm flying out tomorrow morning to be there for her and my nephew. Brian and Kristy are paying for my ticket, and have made arrangements for the kids to be taken care of while I'm gone. I'm...not handling it all that well, David was like my second father, so this is fucking me up on so many levels, but I'm keeping it together for now. It's only a week, then I'll come back home, have myself a mini-breakdown, and...we'll see. I have my priorities.
Sis is having the worst of it. She's having to deal with the consulates, banks, the company Dave worked for, etc., on top of trying to cope with the loss of her husband of almost 26 years, AND being there for their son. Our mother is there now, nagging her to eat, sleep, etc.,
Oikko...has moved into emergency coping mode. He wakes up....okay, gets shit done, goes to bed. Rinse. Repeat.
We don't have any plans for a funeral yet...we don't even have his body back yet, and Dave didn't want a funeral anyway. He's always said that he wantsed a party. He wantsed people laughing, having fun, remembering the crazy shit he did. He never wanted people crying over him (oops. Too late there, asshole. Next time, try not dying).
Anyway. Yeah. Fun times. So much fucking fun.