Monday, April 14, 2008
How much more can a mother take?
Just got back from PatientFirst. I'm hoping we can finish April out without anymore injuries. The tally since February:
- Fractured wrist
- Sprained foot
- Eight stitches
The foot and the split eyebrow have been within the past 5 days. Sigh.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
StephanieCake wishes her friends would do a better job....
...of staying alive.
I know that sounds morbid, but unfortuantely I've lost another friend. This one is more complicated, which is why its taken me a week to work on writing about it. But I need to.
I had only talked to him a couple of times in the past year and we had been out of touch for a number of years before that. I haven't actually seen him since my wedding in December 1995. Certainly its tragic that he passed away - in a motorcycle accident, btw - but I think his death is really hard for me because of what he represented.
I'd known him since 1988. Endless lists of things about him keep forming in my mind.
R.I.P. Craig McGiffin; May 4, 1974 - April 7, 2008
I know that sounds morbid, but unfortuantely I've lost another friend. This one is more complicated, which is why its taken me a week to work on writing about it. But I need to.
I had only talked to him a couple of times in the past year and we had been out of touch for a number of years before that. I haven't actually seen him since my wedding in December 1995. Certainly its tragic that he passed away - in a motorcycle accident, btw - but I think his death is really hard for me because of what he represented.
I'd known him since 1988. Endless lists of things about him keep forming in my mind.
- He dated and was married to my best friend, K. They were together from 1988 until 1996. The details of their divorce is something I don't feel comfortable revealing here out of respect to K.
- I dated two of his good friends. J.M. was a brief relationship - we never clicked and just ended up being friends. S.J. was another story. I actually knew S.J.before Craig. S.J. subsequently had two kids w/, and married, another good friend of mine. No suprise, they're divorced now. I will always have unresolved issues with S.J.
- I used to jokingly call him Cregg McMuffin. He went along with the joke and signed notes to me that way.
- He was a bass player. He opened my eyes to a lot of music that I still listen to today.
- He was fearless. He had a dark, brooding temper. He was scary when he was angry. He was charming. He was a psychopath.
He is being cremated on Wednesday in CA (he was living in San Francisco). Sometime late next month they are bringing his ashes to VA - his mom lives near the Blue Ridge in the southwestern part of the state. There is going to be a funeral/ceremony/memorial thing and, based on what I'm hearing, everyone from the past is coming.
I'm terrified of this reunion. I think its because I've mourned so many things about my past for so long and this might provide closure. That should be a good thing, shouldn't it?
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