Up until the time I was about 25, I had never known anyone with cancer. And then the floodgates opened. My father, a family friend, an uncle we buried less than a month ago... and now it appears that my 86 year old grandmother has cancer.
It'd be laughable if it didn't kill everyone. It's still almost laughable, but that's probably because I don't know what else I can do.
When my uncle passed I had an email conversation with a cousin in which I wrote that being here in Indiana while everyone is sick back in Illinois is almost a blessing*, because I don't really see all the much suffering. I just hear the news, see the family member a few more times, and then it all ends. From my standpoint it's a cleanly and almost routine exit; family members get to say their goodbyes and make their peace, and then everything just stops.
But this one is different, and somehow feels less fair. I'm just so fucking angry.
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*The word I'm looking for isn't exactly "blessing", because I'm not really a person who buys into blessings and god and all that crap (and can you blame me?). That's a different post for a different day.
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11 December 2006
21 November 2006
hmmnmmn
Just got back last evening from a weekend family funeral... after listening to various stories and memories, I was able to tie them all together and organise them into what I thought was a respectful, reverant, and even humorous eulogy. I was quite happy to be able to put together something he was deserving of. So there. My uncle read it, which made it even easier to put together.
I had just read a story in Esquire about how to write a respectful and accurate eulogy, actually, so I tried to keep that in mind.
Fulham lost Saturday.
My backup bike is at the shop getting converted to fixed gear. The damage: ~$180. Ouch.
Why is it that I find myself spending the whole week waiting for Saturday soccer games and food and beer at Brugge? I need a friend to come out and join me. Saturday afternoon drunkish is really great.
I'll be going to Vegas again in March 10-20ish, on a bachelor party of monster proportions... gotta start saving money now. And I'm already starting to plot out next years' vacations. Whatever gets you through, right?
Dear Readers, where are you going on vacation next?
I had just read a story in Esquire about how to write a respectful and accurate eulogy, actually, so I tried to keep that in mind.
Fulham lost Saturday.
My backup bike is at the shop getting converted to fixed gear. The damage: ~$180. Ouch.
Why is it that I find myself spending the whole week waiting for Saturday soccer games and food and beer at Brugge? I need a friend to come out and join me. Saturday afternoon drunkish is really great.
I'll be going to Vegas again in March 10-20ish, on a bachelor party of monster proportions... gotta start saving money now. And I'm already starting to plot out next years' vacations. Whatever gets you through, right?
Dear Readers, where are you going on vacation next?
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