Sarah you have a phone call..
Its your sister's boss Dr. Cottam, he says its a family emergency.
(I thought Oh God its Mom)
Hello?
Sarah? This is Dr. Cottam, I am Maureen's boss... We need you to come over here right now.
What happened?
Sarah, Maureen get a call this morning. Your Dad was in an accident riding his motorcycle to work.
Is he ok?
No, honey, he died.
WHAT?!!?!?!?!?! NO!
Can you get over here? Maureen is here, Dustin is on his way, you need to come here.
Ok, I'm on my way.
FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, I HAVE TO GO... WHERE ARE MY KEYS.... (to my students FIND MY KEYS)
Then I ran, I sobbed, the gut wrenching sobs that don't come with any tears because there is no release in them, no noise. This can't be happening. He has to be wrong, I have to get to my sister.
Dana met us there. We called the people we could call, she packed my suitcase, we all left.
It didn't seem real, there were no details, what the hell were we going to do???
That was the longest plane ride ever.
So we are here, I know details, I won't share right now other than to say, It wasn't Dad's fault. He probably didn't even know when he hit. There wasn't time to put on the brakes, or swerve, or anything. He died instantly. The man he hit is a nice man who feels terrible. He hit a VERY nice car. (Go Dad!)
Dad died instantly. He was happy. He loved riding the Goldwing. It was cool outside, his favorite time to ride, and he loved his drive to work. He told Mom he loved her and would see her soon, and those were his last words. "I love you, I will see you soon." What wonderful last words, and he kissed her goodbye, just like he did every morning. You can't ask for a better exit.
The memorial Service is today. at 4pm, overlooking the city. In a park. Its beautiful. It will be perfect.
I'm wearing my jeans, a tye-dye shirt my Dad bought for me when I was about 13 and my Birkenstocks. Everyone else is wearing bright colors.
Dad is being cremated, and we are going to take him to the Jemez Mountains where he and mom got married and we are going to set him free there, where he can be nutrients to the trees that he loved so much.
Theres so much more, but it can wait.
I'm still trying to call people, so if this finds you before I do, I'm sorry you are finding out this way, and I probably don't have your phone number. Please don't be afraid to send messages to my family through me, or call to talk to them. The support feels good.
Shared sorrow is sorrow halved... but how do you split infinity? Shared joy is joy doubled.... when we laugh, we all laugh hard... and we are trying to laugh as much as possible. I'm turning the music up REALLY LOUD! Thats the way Dad would have done it.
(I thought Oh God its Mom)
Hello?
Sarah? This is Dr. Cottam, I am Maureen's boss... We need you to come over here right now.
What happened?
Sarah, Maureen get a call this morning. Your Dad was in an accident riding his motorcycle to work.
Is he ok?
No, honey, he died.
WHAT?!!?!?!?!?! NO!
Can you get over here? Maureen is here, Dustin is on his way, you need to come here.
Ok, I'm on my way.
FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, I HAVE TO GO... WHERE ARE MY KEYS.... (to my students FIND MY KEYS)
Then I ran, I sobbed, the gut wrenching sobs that don't come with any tears because there is no release in them, no noise. This can't be happening. He has to be wrong, I have to get to my sister.
Dana met us there. We called the people we could call, she packed my suitcase, we all left.
It didn't seem real, there were no details, what the hell were we going to do???
That was the longest plane ride ever.
So we are here, I know details, I won't share right now other than to say, It wasn't Dad's fault. He probably didn't even know when he hit. There wasn't time to put on the brakes, or swerve, or anything. He died instantly. The man he hit is a nice man who feels terrible. He hit a VERY nice car. (Go Dad!)
Dad died instantly. He was happy. He loved riding the Goldwing. It was cool outside, his favorite time to ride, and he loved his drive to work. He told Mom he loved her and would see her soon, and those were his last words. "I love you, I will see you soon." What wonderful last words, and he kissed her goodbye, just like he did every morning. You can't ask for a better exit.
The memorial Service is today. at 4pm, overlooking the city. In a park. Its beautiful. It will be perfect.
I'm wearing my jeans, a tye-dye shirt my Dad bought for me when I was about 13 and my Birkenstocks. Everyone else is wearing bright colors.
Dad is being cremated, and we are going to take him to the Jemez Mountains where he and mom got married and we are going to set him free there, where he can be nutrients to the trees that he loved so much.
Theres so much more, but it can wait.
I'm still trying to call people, so if this finds you before I do, I'm sorry you are finding out this way, and I probably don't have your phone number. Please don't be afraid to send messages to my family through me, or call to talk to them. The support feels good.
Shared sorrow is sorrow halved... but how do you split infinity? Shared joy is joy doubled.... when we laugh, we all laugh hard... and we are trying to laugh as much as possible. I'm turning the music up REALLY LOUD! Thats the way Dad would have done it.