May 2013
I intended to blog about all the company I have coming in for the
weekend and my son moving into the house yesterday. All encroaching on
my space. But it is such a small irritant compared to others'
problems. At least my family are all safe and warm and here.
I
got a call this morning from my ex-fiance's mother. We broke up last
fall - not because I didn't love him. But rather because he was in the
midst of a depression that, in my view, he let happen. I was angry.
And I couldn't watch my Dad disappear and watch him disappear at the
same time. I am not claiming to be a pillar of faith or an example of
how to stand by a person. I had to choose who to stand by, and it was
my Dad. And I would do it again.
Bob has been ill lately with
congestive heart failure. He was weak, sick and had completely isolated
himself from the world. He quit his job 2 years ago and quit school
last fall. And, today, he is dead. He couldn't bear the depression,
the illness and all the rest. And he had his Dad's guns.
Thankfully,
his family called 911 who broke into the apartment. They didn't go in
themselves as he had been gone for about a week.
Rest in peace, Sweet Music Man. The war is over.
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