Oh, Laura, how awful. I'm so sad for B.
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Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess
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Oh, Laura. I'm so sorry.
His kids and most of his family are in Fort Lauderdale, but he lived with his mom in Jamaica. We don't know yet what plans are being made, but DH will go wherever. He was the first person he met when he moved to Fort Lauderdale when he was in high school. Sean walked up to DH and asked him if he played basketball. Then helped him get registered in school and became besties. They played together in HS and a number of men's leagues afterwards. He went to work for us before his dad died and he left for a calmer life in Jamaica.
Dude was supposed to call me for a meeting at 1PM. Sigh. I love sitting and waiting for people.
Any luck getting in touch with Mac, msbelle?
Or possibly it was that my husband was on the phone, jesus christ. Did the guy try to call yet? No idea.
Laura, please give DH my sincerest condolences.
Last night my long-time long distance friend's husband died after a long decline with Alzheimer's, essentially getting to the point where he no longer remembered to breathe. Death was more of a release from suffering there than a sudden tragedy.
I'm sorry, Theo. Loss is loss, but sometimes the pain is lessened by knowing it was time.
I am just now getting the second class resolved with mac. been on this since 9 something this morning. He "fell back asleep" and did not respond to calls or texts, or me knocking on his door since 10:45.
I'm suddenly getting a rash of "someone is trying to get into your account" emails—but legit ones. From Fitbit and twitter and I forget where else. Guessing my password somewhere got posted and they're trying it? So now I'm going through and updating a few that should've already been. I'm hoping there's nowhere important I'm forgetting that they were successful at and didn't notify me???
I'm sorry Drew, it's hard. No matter how old we get, or how much time passes. You miss them.
Oh, poor B! Give him our love, Laura.
I'm glad you're getting some traction, msbelle. I'm glad you have (and sorry you need) the patience of a saint.
Yikes, meara! Good luck!