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Sad - death in the family
Sep. 20th, 2004 10:32 am(sarcasm on)
I thought I said no more bdays, funerals, weddings, etc this faire season. Well people just aren't listening!!
(sarcasm off)
My dad called yesterday morning just before we left for farie, my cousin "Dana Elliot" who lives in Texas died last week. We figure he was around 40. He is my "Aunt Nancy's" kid (my dad's sister). My dad said he doesn't have any details but "Uncle Ray" (my dad's brother) had called him and said it was a suicide. Damn! I really hate to hear that. My dad couldn't understand why someone would do that. Unfortunately, I do understand that type of depression, as a teen-ager I had a few rough years - especially with a manic-depressent schizophrenic mother taking out all her bad f**king moods on me. Teen years are rough enough without having to deal with that. So glad I made it through and didn't end up on the other side - though I really wanted to at times.
I told Dad you never know - could of lost his job, girlfriend dumped him or something else that could have pushed him over the edge, and he just couldn't stand things - especially if he was teetering at the edge. Could have been drug related - anything who knows. Maybe we'll get more news before the funeral. Maybe we'll never know why?
Just brings back a flood of memories about my friend's wife, Kirsten. She was married with a 18 month old baby boy and hung herself on her 24th bday with their dalmation's leash and collar. Guess that was 6 or 7 years ago now. Her gravesite was at the church at the end of the street I used to live on, right next to the park. When I would take my dog for a walk I would stop and visit her grave. Didn't know her that well, but I could almost understand that type of sadness and pain and just wanting all to end.
I helped when they moved her house. Her husband found her body and took the kid and moved out immediately and never wanted to set foot back in the house. He moved into a rental and sold the house. So me and maybe a dozen of his friend's packed the entire house and sorted through everything, separated out all Kirsten's stuff and moved everything. All her clothes he wanted given away or donated and everything else like pictures/memorabilia he wanted put in storage for when he felt up to going through it all.
He was having such a terrible time dealing with her death and taking care of the baby and pets and everything that first week. We even packed up and moved the cat and dog. Packed the kitchen, finished the 1/2 done load of laundry, sorted the baby clothes, from her clothes, from his. I helped pack up the bathroom and medicine cabinet, her closet, her shoes. I couldn't imagine anyone real close to her being able to emotionally handle going thru that stuff that first week. He was so glad we were able to help and do that for him.
Anyway reminiscent tangent is done. I shed some tears for Dana yesterday. Hopefully I can remember good things about him. I sure will say some prayers for his brother and sister, mother and father this week.
I thought I said no more bdays, funerals, weddings, etc this faire season. Well people just aren't listening!!
(sarcasm off)
My dad called yesterday morning just before we left for farie, my cousin "Dana Elliot" who lives in Texas died last week. We figure he was around 40. He is my "Aunt Nancy's" kid (my dad's sister). My dad said he doesn't have any details but "Uncle Ray" (my dad's brother) had called him and said it was a suicide. Damn! I really hate to hear that. My dad couldn't understand why someone would do that. Unfortunately, I do understand that type of depression, as a teen-ager I had a few rough years - especially with a manic-depressent schizophrenic mother taking out all her bad f**king moods on me. Teen years are rough enough without having to deal with that. So glad I made it through and didn't end up on the other side - though I really wanted to at times.
I told Dad you never know - could of lost his job, girlfriend dumped him or something else that could have pushed him over the edge, and he just couldn't stand things - especially if he was teetering at the edge. Could have been drug related - anything who knows. Maybe we'll get more news before the funeral. Maybe we'll never know why?
Just brings back a flood of memories about my friend's wife, Kirsten. She was married with a 18 month old baby boy and hung herself on her 24th bday with their dalmation's leash and collar. Guess that was 6 or 7 years ago now. Her gravesite was at the church at the end of the street I used to live on, right next to the park. When I would take my dog for a walk I would stop and visit her grave. Didn't know her that well, but I could almost understand that type of sadness and pain and just wanting all to end.
I helped when they moved her house. Her husband found her body and took the kid and moved out immediately and never wanted to set foot back in the house. He moved into a rental and sold the house. So me and maybe a dozen of his friend's packed the entire house and sorted through everything, separated out all Kirsten's stuff and moved everything. All her clothes he wanted given away or donated and everything else like pictures/memorabilia he wanted put in storage for when he felt up to going through it all.
He was having such a terrible time dealing with her death and taking care of the baby and pets and everything that first week. We even packed up and moved the cat and dog. Packed the kitchen, finished the 1/2 done load of laundry, sorted the baby clothes, from her clothes, from his. I helped pack up the bathroom and medicine cabinet, her closet, her shoes. I couldn't imagine anyone real close to her being able to emotionally handle going thru that stuff that first week. He was so glad we were able to help and do that for him.
Anyway reminiscent tangent is done. I shed some tears for Dana yesterday. Hopefully I can remember good things about him. I sure will say some prayers for his brother and sister, mother and father this week.
