Further updatage
First, thank you, everyone. I'll try to but a more personal spin on that thought soon, but not right now.
Second, I'm heading out to Juneau tomorrow morning. Taylor was scheduled to get back from Anchorage last night and the service will be at The Chapel by the Lake on Friday. His folks are starting the Taylor White Foundation for Advancing Our Community, aka The Taylor White Foundation for Trying to Keep Dumbass Kids From Killing Themselves. I think I'm going to make that my permanent charity (well, that and the Planetary Society and the ASPCA).
I'll be back on Sunday. Not taking the laptop, so email will be by the grace of any local computer owners I may run across.
Last time I spoke to Kevin he didn't sound so good. He said he'd made the mistake of looking at Taylor's last yearbook the night before and hadn't slept. Haven't heard from Carol since the first time I called, when she answered with, "Hi, Lori," then, "He's gone, Lori," then, "I'd better let you talk to your brother." I think I talked to Carol's brother for a few moments when he answered the phone (southern accent) and persisted in calling me Marie after he misheard my name.
That was a little freaky; Marie was Mom. I don't really believe this, but perhaps that was a sign that Mom has taken over, and is bitching out the little twit for being a little twit. She was good at that.
Second, I'm heading out to Juneau tomorrow morning. Taylor was scheduled to get back from Anchorage last night and the service will be at The Chapel by the Lake on Friday. His folks are starting the Taylor White Foundation for Advancing Our Community, aka The Taylor White Foundation for Trying to Keep Dumbass Kids From Killing Themselves. I think I'm going to make that my permanent charity (well, that and the Planetary Society and the ASPCA).
I'll be back on Sunday. Not taking the laptop, so email will be by the grace of any local computer owners I may run across.
Last time I spoke to Kevin he didn't sound so good. He said he'd made the mistake of looking at Taylor's last yearbook the night before and hadn't slept. Haven't heard from Carol since the first time I called, when she answered with, "Hi, Lori," then, "He's gone, Lori," then, "I'd better let you talk to your brother." I think I talked to Carol's brother for a few moments when he answered the phone (southern accent) and persisted in calling me Marie after he misheard my name.
That was a little freaky; Marie was Mom. I don't really believe this, but perhaps that was a sign that Mom has taken over, and is bitching out the little twit for being a little twit. She was good at that.