| Crappy the Cantakerous Carp -- Posted by OtterVomit on Friday, October 5 2007 | ||
I sure am tired of watching relatives die, and then dealing with the subsequent marathon of stuff nobody wants to do. Since last Thursday I had been getting calls from my mom who was down in Chattanooga with my grandmother to be with her for what should have been a fairly routine operation. She had developed a cyst in the area where uterus used to be, and they were going to remove it. Friday mom told me there had been some complications, they had a really hard time getting her kidneys started after the surgery and because of that, a lot of her organ tissue had died and they were going to remove it and hope that no more tissue wound up dead. Saturday morning I get another call from mom. Bad news, there was dead tissue galore inside of her. Her kidneys were working but not well enough. Her entire digestive system was shot. That means game, set, match for my grandmother. They were going to "pull the plug" although I never saw any such plug pulling. I got down there in time to see the gruesome sight of yet another loved one die. My grandfather, who was married to her for 53 years, was absent. Turns out he was in the waiting room with his reverend (who really went above and beyond the call of duty through the whole thing). He was in no shape to see her go, I suppose. I said my goodbyes to her, although I have seen this enough to realize she was gone long before the heart stopped beating. My Buddhist strategies kept my stress and grief at manageable levels. My grandfather simply does NOT miss church. So the very next day, we were all at church. The service was basically like a funeral. They dedicated pretty much all of the ceremonies to talking about the Christian perspective on death and how to live a righteous life - dropping in a "Just like Mrs. Glenn" every so often. I also have to remark how strange it is to see people coming up to us, with HUGE grins on their faces saying "Oh it's a terrible thing" and "We all gotta face it sometime!" This juxtaposition of cheery and grim tones gave my brain a short circuit. FYI: If any funeral home suggests a 4 hour visitation - tell them you want TWO instead. Spending 4 hours next to a bloated and discolored corpse which they said was my grandmother was a bit much for me. During the burial, they released 3 doves which represented The Holy Trinity. They circled overhead, then they released a fourth dove, which represented my grandmother, and that one joined the other three and they all flew off together. I had never seen that before but it was cool as hell. I am in Indiana now, house-sitting for my father and relaxing. I'm inviting Jae up for some
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| Makin' myself sad -- Posted by BalconyDive on Monday, October 1 2007 |
WWE 24/7 is a blessing and a curse. They recently put up Hardcore Heaven '97 from the War Memorial in Florida and the whole thing just makes me sad. Chris Candido is dead, Bam Bam Bigelow is dead, Rick Rude is dead. ECW is dead and it took fun wrestling and good storytelling with it.
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