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Just wanted to touch base with you, my friends.
I still have this sense of surrealism. Like it isn't really ture and he'll walk through the door and give me one of his famous bear hugs and ask if he can have a soda. Then he'll want to talk for ten or twenty minutes about Adria and swords, or about going to Arizona in July. He'd plop in to my favorite chair and put his dirty boots up on the table to prop his feet up.
Simple things like making coffee in the morning are bittersweet. He used to get up before me and make a pot. We'd bicker because he liked it stronger than I do. But I always had a fresh pot of coffee to drink when I got up.
When I came home from work and sat down, he'd be the first to say, "Hey mom, you want a glass of tea?"
He was a member of the Adrian Empire (like the SCA but less fussy about things being 'period' and they allow younger people to fight). He had a great deal of fun, and all his spending money was being spent on bamboo swords for sparring and the protective gear he had to wear; fabric for a cloak, that he sewed himself; paints and wood to make shields. HE was so enthusiastic! The gentleman who got him into, Sir Antoine, had just made him his man-at-arms and was grooming him for 'knighthood'.
We have the viewing tonight. I haven't seen him yet at all, and I think that is a part of the sense of disbelief, of unreality. The funeral will be tomorrow.
Again, I appreciate the warmth and support of my online family. It helps to know that I'll have you for me, virtually, after my mom and sisters go home.
I still have this sense of surrealism. Like it isn't really ture and he'll walk through the door and give me one of his famous bear hugs and ask if he can have a soda. Then he'll want to talk for ten or twenty minutes about Adria and swords, or about going to Arizona in July. He'd plop in to my favorite chair and put his dirty boots up on the table to prop his feet up.
Simple things like making coffee in the morning are bittersweet. He used to get up before me and make a pot. We'd bicker because he liked it stronger than I do. But I always had a fresh pot of coffee to drink when I got up.
When I came home from work and sat down, he'd be the first to say, "Hey mom, you want a glass of tea?"
He was a member of the Adrian Empire (like the SCA but less fussy about things being 'period' and they allow younger people to fight). He had a great deal of fun, and all his spending money was being spent on bamboo swords for sparring and the protective gear he had to wear; fabric for a cloak, that he sewed himself; paints and wood to make shields. HE was so enthusiastic! The gentleman who got him into, Sir Antoine, had just made him his man-at-arms and was grooming him for 'knighthood'.
We have the viewing tonight. I haven't seen him yet at all, and I think that is a part of the sense of disbelief, of unreality. The funeral will be tomorrow.
Again, I appreciate the warmth and support of my online family. It helps to know that I'll have you for me, virtually, after my mom and sisters go home.