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as my dad was getting smashed with john bloch, martin, kate and sheri...we were at home.
My grandfather died on Saturday night. I've been crying so much in the 24 hours my head might explode. I am so drained. I can't even think straight. How could his heart just stop? Coming back from a Harvard-Yale game with his best friend and brother..i don't even want to think about it. Great-uncle george was just sobbing. DD was screaming over the phone. My mom just held me.
Jack was in complete shock last night...he kept telling my mom not to lie to him. I could barely breathe. I don't think i've ever been this sad in my entire life. Last Sunday i was with my beloved Popeye, the funniest man in the world. We went skeet shooting down at the beach and he let me wear his hunting hat. All the family came to Bay View today...Aunt Hopsy flew down from Chicago in 6 hours. Today i helped write my grandfather's obituary. What is DD going to do? They were in love. They got married when they was 19. He was 74.
My mom was trying to hold back tears as she told me what happened. It sounded like a movie. She ran through the ER of Mass General Hospital in Boston and her brother ran to her, sobbing. DD was motionless. She didn't cry at the hospital, just hugged Popeye goodbye. And now she cries. Priscilla and i talked for 2 hours on the phone...until midnight. We both knew what the other was thinking. God, i miss her so much. My first real death experience. My first loss. A true nightmere, to say the least. I don't know what else to say. I don't even know why i am writing in this fucking journal.
emily cooley, happy birthday. I am so sorry i didnt call you but i just couldnt. I LOVE YOU.
oh yeah. my dad is now the chairman of the gulch. He's taken John Bloch's place...(he resigned). jus thought i'd say that...for all you trekkers that make up my friends list. Jameson now has the master key to EVERY lock at base camp.
My grandfather died on Saturday night. I've been crying so much in the 24 hours my head might explode. I am so drained. I can't even think straight. How could his heart just stop? Coming back from a Harvard-Yale game with his best friend and brother..i don't even want to think about it. Great-uncle george was just sobbing. DD was screaming over the phone. My mom just held me.
Jack was in complete shock last night...he kept telling my mom not to lie to him. I could barely breathe. I don't think i've ever been this sad in my entire life. Last Sunday i was with my beloved Popeye, the funniest man in the world. We went skeet shooting down at the beach and he let me wear his hunting hat. All the family came to Bay View today...Aunt Hopsy flew down from Chicago in 6 hours. Today i helped write my grandfather's obituary. What is DD going to do? They were in love. They got married when they was 19. He was 74.
My mom was trying to hold back tears as she told me what happened. It sounded like a movie. She ran through the ER of Mass General Hospital in Boston and her brother ran to her, sobbing. DD was motionless. She didn't cry at the hospital, just hugged Popeye goodbye. And now she cries. Priscilla and i talked for 2 hours on the phone...until midnight. We both knew what the other was thinking. God, i miss her so much. My first real death experience. My first loss. A true nightmere, to say the least. I don't know what else to say. I don't even know why i am writing in this fucking journal.
emily cooley, happy birthday. I am so sorry i didnt call you but i just couldnt. I LOVE YOU.
oh yeah. my dad is now the chairman of the gulch. He's taken John Bloch's place...(he resigned). jus thought i'd say that...for all you trekkers that make up my friends list. Jameson now has the master key to EVERY lock at base camp.