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School has started again.
Last night, I found out some really terrible news:
Item 1: My sister, Becky (the pregnant police officer)'s child may have something called Edward's Syndrome. That means, if born, the child may not live past six months and will probably not live past a year. The blood tests have yet to come back (supposedly Friday we find out for sure), but the doctor says that what he saw in the sonogram has led him to this conclusion. I don't know what to say to her. I don't know what to do. I feel like if I pray, God's going to say, "Pfft...yeah, right." because I haven't prayed in so long. Obviously I'm going to try to pray anyway, but what if something happens because I'm such a terrible Catholic and I don't pray regularly? That's so absurd to think, but of course it's going through my mind. Christ, I just don't know what to say to Becky. She and Harry (her son) came over today and she talked to my mom in the kitchen while Harry and I wrestled and watched Mary Poppins. I just couldn't bring myself to go in and talk about it with her. I'm sure my mother handled it just fine.
Item 2: Also, I found out that a woman (Phyllis) I used to work with at the Baltimore County Court House has cancer throughout her body and the doctor has only given her six months to live. What is with this time-frame of death? I don't understand it. Anyway, Amy and Kerry (my sisters) and my brother-in-law, Bill are devastated...as am I. I heard my brother-in-law cry for the first time last night. I feel useless.
They say things happen in threes. Well, my mother says that. She says a lot of things.
Item 3: My former dog, Dingo, died last night. He was sixteen. Dingo was an Australian Shepard. He was so fuckin' cool. Not cool...fuckin' cool. We had him up until a few years ago, when he decided to rip off the head (literally) of the miniature poodle, Rocky, next door. No lie. You can't make this stuff up. Anyway, after the murder, Dingo moved to North Carolina with my sister (Becky)'s friend Sandy. Sandy treated Dingo like a king. He really got an awesome deal. I can't explain it. He was the coolest dog ever. I honestly viewed him as more of a brother than a dog when I was growing up. He seemed so human and I swear to God that Dingo could smirk. The weirdest part of it all is how I felt when I found out that he had died. It was kind of like finding out about Santa Claus all over again. I think a huge part of me honestly believed that this dog was immortal...he was that extraordinary. I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say that I was honestly surprised that he died. Dingo died? I guess that means he was real. How could a creature like that be real? He was such a strange and wonderful dog.
God, this is terrible. Why didn't I write this much about Meggie when she died? Meggie always took second place to Dingo...it's sad but true. Am I strange to place so much value on pets? Please tell me if it is so, because I really have no clue. I feel like an idiot rambling on about these creatures, but they become part of your family.
What a shitty night.
Last night, I found out some really terrible news:
Item 1: My sister, Becky (the pregnant police officer)'s child may have something called Edward's Syndrome. That means, if born, the child may not live past six months and will probably not live past a year. The blood tests have yet to come back (supposedly Friday we find out for sure), but the doctor says that what he saw in the sonogram has led him to this conclusion. I don't know what to say to her. I don't know what to do. I feel like if I pray, God's going to say, "Pfft...yeah, right." because I haven't prayed in so long. Obviously I'm going to try to pray anyway, but what if something happens because I'm such a terrible Catholic and I don't pray regularly? That's so absurd to think, but of course it's going through my mind. Christ, I just don't know what to say to Becky. She and Harry (her son) came over today and she talked to my mom in the kitchen while Harry and I wrestled and watched Mary Poppins. I just couldn't bring myself to go in and talk about it with her. I'm sure my mother handled it just fine.
Item 2: Also, I found out that a woman (Phyllis) I used to work with at the Baltimore County Court House has cancer throughout her body and the doctor has only given her six months to live. What is with this time-frame of death? I don't understand it. Anyway, Amy and Kerry (my sisters) and my brother-in-law, Bill are devastated...as am I. I heard my brother-in-law cry for the first time last night. I feel useless.
They say things happen in threes. Well, my mother says that. She says a lot of things.
Item 3: My former dog, Dingo, died last night. He was sixteen. Dingo was an Australian Shepard. He was so fuckin' cool. Not cool...fuckin' cool. We had him up until a few years ago, when he decided to rip off the head (literally) of the miniature poodle, Rocky, next door. No lie. You can't make this stuff up. Anyway, after the murder, Dingo moved to North Carolina with my sister (Becky)'s friend Sandy. Sandy treated Dingo like a king. He really got an awesome deal. I can't explain it. He was the coolest dog ever. I honestly viewed him as more of a brother than a dog when I was growing up. He seemed so human and I swear to God that Dingo could smirk. The weirdest part of it all is how I felt when I found out that he had died. It was kind of like finding out about Santa Claus all over again. I think a huge part of me honestly believed that this dog was immortal...he was that extraordinary. I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say that I was honestly surprised that he died. Dingo died? I guess that means he was real. How could a creature like that be real? He was such a strange and wonderful dog.
God, this is terrible. Why didn't I write this much about Meggie when she died? Meggie always took second place to Dingo...it's sad but true. Am I strange to place so much value on pets? Please tell me if it is so, because I really have no clue. I feel like an idiot rambling on about these creatures, but they become part of your family.
What a shitty night.