Apparently, spring just sucks for everybody
I called my dad earlier to ask him when this weekend he and Mom will come to help me move my crap home. He answered, and I knew immediately he didn't sound right. When he said he just wanted to let me know he loved me, I REALLY knew.
"Who died?" I asked.
"We had a car accident here last night. A student was killed. One was life-flighted, but it looks like he'll be okay."
Jesus, what is it about this time of year? I should add that aside from my grandparents and my dog, my hometown has also lost a teacher, a middle school student, and my dad's secretary's mother (though that was probably not of much concern to the town at large). And now this. Damn. I suppose this is why I want to go home for the summer, even facing the possibility of job crappiness, instead of taking some classes here. I want to be with my family, to heal a bit. This will be my last summer at home if all goes well after I graduate.
I never did write about my grandmother's funeral. It was all right. I was dreading it as I drove there, almost crying when I got to the funeral home (Dad's craptastic directions did not help) but things got much easier once I was with family, and just like last time, the funeral was easier. I also got to hear a really funny story at the wake involving my cousin, a baby monitor, and a near-moment between grandparents that no one wants to hear.
The bouquet of flowers on the casket was lovely. A pink rose, carnation, and some baby's breath are in a cup on my kitchen table, though they're probably well wilted by now. I knew Grandma and Grandpa were being buried next to each other, so I asked Mom exactly where Grandpa's grave. Apparently, as she and her four sisters sat by the casket, they were on top of him.
He would've thought that was funny as hell.
For such a somber entry, I'm doing fine. My first actual final is tomorrow. Chuck has told me that it's a good one, so that means I should bring lube to class. You can kind of see my floor now, which is an improvement from recent weeks. rashaka, I haven't forgotten your Cowboy Bebop--I just need to find the last CD, which is being stubborn and hiding from me. And we sent the first chapter of slutfic out for beta, so that is progress.
Baby steps. They're a good thing.
"Who died?" I asked.
"We had a car accident here last night. A student was killed. One was life-flighted, but it looks like he'll be okay."
Jesus, what is it about this time of year? I should add that aside from my grandparents and my dog, my hometown has also lost a teacher, a middle school student, and my dad's secretary's mother (though that was probably not of much concern to the town at large). And now this. Damn. I suppose this is why I want to go home for the summer, even facing the possibility of job crappiness, instead of taking some classes here. I want to be with my family, to heal a bit. This will be my last summer at home if all goes well after I graduate.
I never did write about my grandmother's funeral. It was all right. I was dreading it as I drove there, almost crying when I got to the funeral home (Dad's craptastic directions did not help) but things got much easier once I was with family, and just like last time, the funeral was easier. I also got to hear a really funny story at the wake involving my cousin, a baby monitor, and a near-moment between grandparents that no one wants to hear.
The bouquet of flowers on the casket was lovely. A pink rose, carnation, and some baby's breath are in a cup on my kitchen table, though they're probably well wilted by now. I knew Grandma and Grandpa were being buried next to each other, so I asked Mom exactly where Grandpa's grave. Apparently, as she and her four sisters sat by the casket, they were on top of him.
He would've thought that was funny as hell.
For such a somber entry, I'm doing fine. My first actual final is tomorrow. Chuck has told me that it's a good one, so that means I should bring lube to class. You can kind of see my floor now, which is an improvement from recent weeks. rashaka, I haven't forgotten your Cowboy Bebop--I just need to find the last CD, which is being stubborn and hiding from me. And we sent the first chapter of slutfic out for beta, so that is progress.
Baby steps. They're a good thing.