On Death in the Family and Automobile Theivery
My Uncle Arlo died last week while I was in Alabama.
My car was stolen this morning.
Life sucks.
Oh yeah, I was in Alabama. Sorry to the people who called me while I was there and whom I never called back.
I was going to scan and post pictures from the trip, but my photos were in the car when it was stolen. I am more pissed about them than the car. And, my rosary that Auntie Pindi gave me when I was really little was hanging from my mirror. I hope they find the car just for those things. I don't care if the car is in 100 pieces or not. Except for the fact that I don't have theft insurance. Dammit.
My mom is flying to Hawaii today to take care of my Uncle's estate and to arrange a service therer for his friends. I will be going to California sometime in the next month or so for a family memorial service. My mom is holding up somewhat ok, but my Oma and Opa are devastated. And Opa won't even speak to anyone.
My car was stolen this morning.
Life sucks.
Oh yeah, I was in Alabama. Sorry to the people who called me while I was there and whom I never called back.
I was going to scan and post pictures from the trip, but my photos were in the car when it was stolen. I am more pissed about them than the car. And, my rosary that Auntie Pindi gave me when I was really little was hanging from my mirror. I hope they find the car just for those things. I don't care if the car is in 100 pieces or not. Except for the fact that I don't have theft insurance. Dammit.
My mom is flying to Hawaii today to take care of my Uncle's estate and to arrange a service therer for his friends. I will be going to California sometime in the next month or so for a family memorial service. My mom is holding up somewhat ok, but my Oma and Opa are devastated. And Opa won't even speak to anyone.