Turd Taco
I really gotta ask what the hell we all did to deserve the latest shit streak that's been skidding down our underpants? This latest wet fart to soil our britches is just another in what seems to be a non stop eating contest in which we must all choke down the collective turd taco, and not even any decent salsa to go along with it! Grandma crumped in December (merry fucking christmas), Suze's little bro had a date with Tammy Tumor (fuck mutations!) My Henri bites it when there's no doctors around to look at him (fuck you UPEI Faculy Guild) and now this. For anyone out here that hasn't heard as of yet, John Joseph Corcoran, the husband of Cathy (Rawling) Corcoran and father of Jennifer, Rebecca, Victoria and Joseph was the latest in a long running tally of statistics that involve motorists not paying attention and costing lives. Cathy is the second oldest of the Rawling daughters, and her and my mom haven't even finished signing all of the papers finalizing the issues around my Grandmothers death. We literally put her in the ground 3 months ago, and now Cathy was hit with this.
John was down in Georgia transporting a vehicle and visiting 2 of his daughters when the tire on his trailer blew out. He set up signal flares and flags by the side of the road and went about fixing the trailer. Apparently this wasn't evident enough however, since some lady came along, sent Joseph flying like a kicked puppy (he's currently undergoing surgery at Atlanta Medical for a severely busted leg and we're still waiting to find out spinal results) before slamming into the trailer. This sent the trailer flipping over onto John, snapping his neck and killing him (fortunately, instantly). That's right, he didn't die of some kind of disease or old age (he was younger than Dad) he was killed. Personally, I can't be too mad at the lady that was driving (nor am I ranting about women drivers) since this poor shit is going to have to spend the rest of her life knowing that she fucked up and killed someone. The part that gets me is a couple of things. First, John's oldest daughter Jennifer had to ID him, which is something no child should have to do. Second, Aunt Cathy is now dealing with the loss of her mom and now her husband (fortunately not her only son too). Just what the hell do you say to a person that goes through something like this? Sorry for your loss could easily be tallied with a decent "Fuck you" as this goes way beyond a simple loss. This is more like a theft, with a human life ripped away by someone else. It's a bitch slap in the face of anyone that's young enough to think they don't have to worry about dying and makes people realize that life truly isn't fair, even to the genuinely nice people. Is anyone else out there questioning the false reality of religion at the moment? There are somethings in life that ideally shouldn't happen, nor happen at certain times. I think this nails it right on the fucking head!
Quite honestly, despite this slightly bitter entry I am asking everyone out here for a rather simple request. Even if the only connection that you had to my aunt was paying an insurance bill, please send a card, flowers, anything that makes her realize that there are people out there thinking about her and caring that she has to endure this. I'd ask the same for her kids, but I can only give the address for Aunt Cathy since everyone has moved about faster than I can keep track. Here it is.
Catherine Corcoran
C/O Rawling Insurance Agency
74 Winthrop Street
Framingham, Mass 01702
(508) 879-1572
Feel free to leave a good old fashioned "Fuck you Grimm" in the comments section. Personally I'm sick of all of this mortality bullshit and I'm ready for a frigging break already. I'm sure everyone else is too.
John was down in Georgia transporting a vehicle and visiting 2 of his daughters when the tire on his trailer blew out. He set up signal flares and flags by the side of the road and went about fixing the trailer. Apparently this wasn't evident enough however, since some lady came along, sent Joseph flying like a kicked puppy (he's currently undergoing surgery at Atlanta Medical for a severely busted leg and we're still waiting to find out spinal results) before slamming into the trailer. This sent the trailer flipping over onto John, snapping his neck and killing him (fortunately, instantly). That's right, he didn't die of some kind of disease or old age (he was younger than Dad) he was killed. Personally, I can't be too mad at the lady that was driving (nor am I ranting about women drivers) since this poor shit is going to have to spend the rest of her life knowing that she fucked up and killed someone. The part that gets me is a couple of things. First, John's oldest daughter Jennifer had to ID him, which is something no child should have to do. Second, Aunt Cathy is now dealing with the loss of her mom and now her husband (fortunately not her only son too). Just what the hell do you say to a person that goes through something like this? Sorry for your loss could easily be tallied with a decent "Fuck you" as this goes way beyond a simple loss. This is more like a theft, with a human life ripped away by someone else. It's a bitch slap in the face of anyone that's young enough to think they don't have to worry about dying and makes people realize that life truly isn't fair, even to the genuinely nice people. Is anyone else out there questioning the false reality of religion at the moment? There are somethings in life that ideally shouldn't happen, nor happen at certain times. I think this nails it right on the fucking head!
Quite honestly, despite this slightly bitter entry I am asking everyone out here for a rather simple request. Even if the only connection that you had to my aunt was paying an insurance bill, please send a card, flowers, anything that makes her realize that there are people out there thinking about her and caring that she has to endure this. I'd ask the same for her kids, but I can only give the address for Aunt Cathy since everyone has moved about faster than I can keep track. Here it is.
Catherine Corcoran
C/O Rawling Insurance Agency
74 Winthrop Street
Framingham, Mass 01702
(508) 879-1572
Feel free to leave a good old fashioned "Fuck you Grimm" in the comments section. Personally I'm sick of all of this mortality bullshit and I'm ready for a frigging break already. I'm sure everyone else is too.