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Originally posted Monday, January 24, didn't cross-post.
One of those small planes crashed around here in early December, killing an older man, his two adult daughters, and his adult nephew. I remember glancing at the article and thinking the name of the nephew sounded familiar, but didn't immediately place it and moved on.
Reading the obits on Saturday and the first picture is...omg, I know you. And yeah, the nephew was a manager in another area where I worked. I occasionally needed his group's help or coordinated things with his area. I didn't know him well, but he was responsive and competent, seemed nice, and his people always did what we needed, efficiently and quickly. I didn't even know he was only a year older than me, and married with two daughters. I still don't know how old his kids are, they could easily be in their early to mid 20s. The obit didn't say.
Spent the weekend feeling sorry for his family and reflective on life, that's such a shock when someone dies young (58 is now young to me) and so unexpectedly, and so tragic for the rest of his family too, his aunt losing her husband and two daughters just before Christmas.
One of those weird ironic things, my brother's girlfriend had worked with one of the daughters. They used to sit in the same row at her big company, though that had been several years ago. So we talked about it a bit, last night at dinner, with my whole family, including my 90-year-old father...and this morning my brother has tested positive for covid. He's got a little throat tickle but otherwise feels okay, it was only found because his work makes everyone test every Monday.
My niece and nephew got their boosters last week, so yay at least that we're all triple vaxxed.
I got up this morning thinking about all the stuff I have to go to charity, and determined to get it all packed up and taken in tomorrow, one of those 'been dawdling and now I'm gonna get things done!' moods. Now I'm just trying to not freak out, because I sat next to my brother, and hugged him, and I have multiple pre-existing conditions. But if I get it, it's likely omicron, and omicron's mild, right? And Dad is in great shape, amazing shape for a 90-year-old.
I'm gonna give myself a headache, sitting here and trying to not think of whether we've all got it and how bad it might be for each one of us if we do. I think I will roam around the house and pack stuff up for charity and group bags in the garage. Moving and not dwelling sounds good. Just...fffffuuuuuucccccckkkkkkk this shit. And seriously, if you're not, GET VAXXED.
One of those small planes crashed around here in early December, killing an older man, his two adult daughters, and his adult nephew. I remember glancing at the article and thinking the name of the nephew sounded familiar, but didn't immediately place it and moved on.
Reading the obits on Saturday and the first picture is...omg, I know you. And yeah, the nephew was a manager in another area where I worked. I occasionally needed his group's help or coordinated things with his area. I didn't know him well, but he was responsive and competent, seemed nice, and his people always did what we needed, efficiently and quickly. I didn't even know he was only a year older than me, and married with two daughters. I still don't know how old his kids are, they could easily be in their early to mid 20s. The obit didn't say.
Spent the weekend feeling sorry for his family and reflective on life, that's such a shock when someone dies young (58 is now young to me) and so unexpectedly, and so tragic for the rest of his family too, his aunt losing her husband and two daughters just before Christmas.
One of those weird ironic things, my brother's girlfriend had worked with one of the daughters. They used to sit in the same row at her big company, though that had been several years ago. So we talked about it a bit, last night at dinner, with my whole family, including my 90-year-old father...and this morning my brother has tested positive for covid. He's got a little throat tickle but otherwise feels okay, it was only found because his work makes everyone test every Monday.
My niece and nephew got their boosters last week, so yay at least that we're all triple vaxxed.
I got up this morning thinking about all the stuff I have to go to charity, and determined to get it all packed up and taken in tomorrow, one of those 'been dawdling and now I'm gonna get things done!' moods. Now I'm just trying to not freak out, because I sat next to my brother, and hugged him, and I have multiple pre-existing conditions. But if I get it, it's likely omicron, and omicron's mild, right? And Dad is in great shape, amazing shape for a 90-year-old.
I'm gonna give myself a headache, sitting here and trying to not think of whether we've all got it and how bad it might be for each one of us if we do. I think I will roam around the house and pack stuff up for charity and group bags in the garage. Moving and not dwelling sounds good. Just...fffffuuuuuucccccckkkkkkk this shit. And seriously, if you're not, GET VAXXED.