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I, too, am sorry for the loss of your friend. I was going to put up my tree last Wednesday on the 15th, as per our usual, but Alfred died on the 14th and I just haven't felt like going out and getting the box of ornaments. My boys certainly don't feel like celebrating, but I am going to make a nice dinner and goodies anyway on Christmas and we can stand together and toast their father, without whom I would not have the two handsome sons I have been blessed with.
Al was the youngest of 5 kids and the first one to pass away, and his oldest sister has taken it very, very hard. I heard she had a hard time at the funeral (I couldn't go--it was over 2000 miles away, but my youngest son went) and that my son and one of the other nephews had to practically pick her up and carry her at one point, as her legs came out from under her. It's not like he was sick or anything.... this happened rather suddenly.
If I learned nothing else, I learned this one thing: If you have right lower quadrant pain, don't ignore it, don't try to tough it out, don't put up with it for days on end--GO to the doctor. Al's appendix had burst, and it was so bad that he did not recover after 5 weeks in the hospital. When you hear those old wives' tales of "Oh, it can kill you if your appendix bursts", they're not just whistlin' dixie, folks. Don't ignore the pain. Don't try to tough it out. It's not worth it. The people you leave behind will be sad.
To Steve: Didn't mean to imply you're a deadbeat, and I know where you're coming from. I, too, have an ex (not the one that died) that I loathe and hope I never see again. He is to me like your ex is to you--an ex. No more. Adios, amigo. We have had no contact whatsoever for probably 10 or 11 years, although I ran into him once at Starbuck's and once at Safeway--stood next to him in line at the deli but didn't look up, then heard him order and recognized the voice... looked up, saw it was him, uttered (not so quietly) a number of four-letter expletives, and walked outta the store. That move was to keep me from picking up a sign and beating him about the head with it.
I, too, am sorry for the loss of your friend. I was going to put up my tree last Wednesday on the 15th, as per our usual, but Alfred died on the 14th and I just haven't felt like going out and getting the box of ornaments. My boys certainly don't feel like celebrating, but I am going to make a nice dinner and goodies anyway on Christmas and we can stand together and toast their father, without whom I would not have the two handsome sons I have been blessed with.
Al was the youngest of 5 kids and the first one to pass away, and his oldest sister has taken it very, very hard. I heard she had a hard time at the funeral (I couldn't go--it was over 2000 miles away, but my youngest son went) and that my son and one of the other nephews had to practically pick her up and carry her at one point, as her legs came out from under her. It's not like he was sick or anything.... this happened rather suddenly.
If I learned nothing else, I learned this one thing: If you have right lower quadrant pain, don't ignore it, don't try to tough it out, don't put up with it for days on end--GO to the doctor. Al's appendix had burst, and it was so bad that he did not recover after 5 weeks in the hospital. When you hear those old wives' tales of "Oh, it can kill you if your appendix bursts", they're not just whistlin' dixie, folks. Don't ignore the pain. Don't try to tough it out. It's not worth it. The people you leave behind will be sad.
To Steve: Didn't mean to imply you're a deadbeat, and I know where you're coming from. I, too, have an ex (not the one that died) that I loathe and hope I never see again. He is to me like your ex is to you--an ex. No more. Adios, amigo. We have had no contact whatsoever for probably 10 or 11 years, although I ran into him once at Starbuck's and once at Safeway--stood next to him in line at the deli but didn't look up, then heard him order and recognized the voice... looked up, saw it was him, uttered (not so quietly) a number of four-letter expletives, and walked outta the store. That move was to keep me from picking up a sign and beating him about the head with it.
