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Right, so, if you're Indiana people, you probably know that Miki Purcell died. For those who don't know her, or don't know how I know her, we, eh, dated, back in high school. I'm not going to lie, I had a pretty low opinion of her, was known to make offhand comments when her name was mentioned, and yes, even wrote a less-than-respectful song about her (it was a damn good song, however.) Anyway, on Sunday, Nugget told me that Kim told him that she had heard that Miki (or Jackie, as some people know her) had died, but she wasn't sure, etc.
It's weird, since just a few weeks ago I'd stumbled onto her myspace by accident and mocked it mercilessly (to be fair, she has a picture of her with Staind on it - come on, that's just setting oneself up.) Yesterday's Courier-Journal carried the obituary, so, you know, it really happened, and I really don't know how I should feel about it. For a brief moment this person was an important part of my life, but since the day we broke up, I had only seen her twice (once at Twice Told, of all places, and once in her car behind me at a red light) and hadn't spoken to her in almost seven years now. It's definitely sad, and I really feel for her family, who I remember lost a son (one of her brothers) about ten(?) years ago.
Last night at the bar, I asked Christy about it, since she mentioned a while back that she had hung out with her recently, but Christy didn't know, so I ended up breaking the news to her and her friend whose name I never can remember.
Yesterday, though, I mentioned it to my mom, who - get this - has little to no recollection of the girl at all. "You almost never bring girls around here," she said. "Mom," I told her, "You met her at least twice, and I took her to senior prom. Redhead, taller than me?" "Oh my god!" she said. Apparently my brother's baby's momma is friends with one of her best friends, (my mom didn't put this together until just then,) so I know a little bit more about it, but still just a tiny bit.
Apparently, she didn't show up to work on Saturday morning, so her parents went up to her room and found her in bed, gone. There's supposed be an autopsy, as they have no idea what could have caused it.
Also, according to her obituary in the Evening News, she was a law student at UofL. Who'da thunk that, eh? Weird.
It's weird, since just a few weeks ago I'd stumbled onto her myspace by accident and mocked it mercilessly (to be fair, she has a picture of her with Staind on it - come on, that's just setting oneself up.) Yesterday's Courier-Journal carried the obituary, so, you know, it really happened, and I really don't know how I should feel about it. For a brief moment this person was an important part of my life, but since the day we broke up, I had only seen her twice (once at Twice Told, of all places, and once in her car behind me at a red light) and hadn't spoken to her in almost seven years now. It's definitely sad, and I really feel for her family, who I remember lost a son (one of her brothers) about ten(?) years ago.
Last night at the bar, I asked Christy about it, since she mentioned a while back that she had hung out with her recently, but Christy didn't know, so I ended up breaking the news to her and her friend whose name I never can remember.
Yesterday, though, I mentioned it to my mom, who - get this - has little to no recollection of the girl at all. "You almost never bring girls around here," she said. "Mom," I told her, "You met her at least twice, and I took her to senior prom. Redhead, taller than me?" "Oh my god!" she said. Apparently my brother's baby's momma is friends with one of her best friends, (my mom didn't put this together until just then,) so I know a little bit more about it, but still just a tiny bit.
Apparently, she didn't show up to work on Saturday morning, so her parents went up to her room and found her in bed, gone. There's supposed be an autopsy, as they have no idea what could have caused it.
Also, according to her obituary in the Evening News, she was a law student at UofL. Who'da thunk that, eh? Weird.