neo_durden (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} valentine_smith) wrote,@ 2005-01-23 17:49:00 |
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An interesting weekend...
Well, this weekend wasn't fun. 2005 can't get any worse, I don't think. At least that means that it's all uphill from here.
Wednesday evening I got a phonecall from my Aunt Careen. She informed me that my Uncle Greg had passed away. He had had cancer for 3 or so years, and it was expected. She also informed me that my Grandpa John, who was sick with cancer as well, probably wouldn't live the night.
My parents were on vacation and didn't get home until about 11 o'clock on Wednesday evening. When they walked in the door I asked them if they had talked to my aunt or anything. They hadn't. I had to tell them all of this. It was my dad's dad, so he was taking it pretty rough, and my step-mom was really shaken up about it. She had taken care of my grandpa for the past few months, and was really attached to him.
Thursday morning I got a phonecall around 7am, and found out that my Grandpa had died.
If you're keeping count. That's two close relatives in the space of 12 hours, both of cancer. That brings the total of people close to me that have died in the past 6.5 years to 10.
All of my aunts and uncles came into town by Friday evening. Jessie and I went over there, which was actually fun. I really like my aunts and uncles for the most part. My Aunt Careen is very liberal which is a nice balance to my ultra conservative father and Uncle Kent.
My cousin Shannon who is four years older than me came into town. I hadn't seen her since my grandmother's funeral four years ago. That was really nice. I always liked her.
Since it was a father/son who died, they held the services together on Saturday morning. I woke up yesterday (Saturday), the day of the funeral, and it was snowing out. Snowing is too nice of a word. It was more of a blizzard. The wind was gusting up to 50 miles an hour. It was miserable. We all had to be outside for the graveside service. That wasn't fun.
2005 can only get better.
Well, this weekend wasn't fun. 2005 can't get any worse, I don't think. At least that means that it's all uphill from here.
Wednesday evening I got a phonecall from my Aunt Careen. She informed me that my Uncle Greg had passed away. He had had cancer for 3 or so years, and it was expected. She also informed me that my Grandpa John, who was sick with cancer as well, probably wouldn't live the night.
My parents were on vacation and didn't get home until about 11 o'clock on Wednesday evening. When they walked in the door I asked them if they had talked to my aunt or anything. They hadn't. I had to tell them all of this. It was my dad's dad, so he was taking it pretty rough, and my step-mom was really shaken up about it. She had taken care of my grandpa for the past few months, and was really attached to him.
Thursday morning I got a phonecall around 7am, and found out that my Grandpa had died.
If you're keeping count. That's two close relatives in the space of 12 hours, both of cancer. That brings the total of people close to me that have died in the past 6.5 years to 10.
All of my aunts and uncles came into town by Friday evening. Jessie and I went over there, which was actually fun. I really like my aunts and uncles for the most part. My Aunt Careen is very liberal which is a nice balance to my ultra conservative father and Uncle Kent.
My cousin Shannon who is four years older than me came into town. I hadn't seen her since my grandmother's funeral four years ago. That was really nice. I always liked her.
Since it was a father/son who died, they held the services together on Saturday morning. I woke up yesterday (Saturday), the day of the funeral, and it was snowing out. Snowing is too nice of a word. It was more of a blizzard. The wind was gusting up to 50 miles an hour. It was miserable. We all had to be outside for the graveside service. That wasn't fun.
2005 can only get better.
