Discussion in 'The Mine Field' started by CaptainWacky, Aug 19, 2017.
Or was that Timmy Mallet.
My sister's dog died too.
So. Horrifying Greek tragedy/Shakespearian nightmare on the local news tonight: Guy's wife died of pancreatic cancer in...March? A few weeks later his 20 year old daughter was killed by stray gunfire while leaving an art show. Then his 28 year old son, who had mental health issues and wasn't handling it very well, committed suicide this week--while on a waiting list for mental help. Guy went from a live of a happy retired Dad with a loving family to being completely alone in half a year. That's a serious kick in the penis.
What if there is no penis?
It's almost as if death is just random and there is no plan or design and we could all go at any moment.
christ, man, i'm so sorry to hear this Wacky. my sincerest condolences.
I just saw this, Wacky and I am so sorry. I know how empty that kind of agony is.
I had quite the episode last weekend on the anniversary of my father's death. It was 32 years from his passing. It's something I carry with me everyday, but I only let it loose a few times a year still. So no, it never goes away. You never know when it will sneak up on you, but some dates are predictable. Most days are nominal.
I almost lost count already, but it's been eight weeks today. I guess eventually I won't remember the weeks...
But you'll always remember the years, unfortunately.