mistermainevent

Had two relatives pass away recently, but I didn't find out about it until today. My cousin John, who I probably haven't seen since I was about 12 years old, had a heart attack. His mother, Pearl, and her sister visited the funeral home to make arrangements - as they were leaving, her sister pulled out in front of someone. The car was T-boned, and Aunt Pearl was killed.

Fucked up, right? Dad's pretty messed up about it, as he was very close with Aunt Pearl. He'll be going to Missouri for the services this week, along with Jan. I'm glad he has someone to be there for him, since I'm so far away. Dad doesn't do grief very well.

Oh, remember that thing I said, about not wanting to talk too much about the new relationship, lest I should jinx it? Maybe I shouldn't have said anything at all. You'll notice my status has changed again.

The aftermath saw me driving home around 4am Friday. Didn't leave the house at all on Saturday. Now it's Sunday, and life goes on.

I need a drink. Who's with me?