Evil Hobgoblin
Dec 1st, 2002, 06:15:55 PM
... was my cruising speed of choice. :) I sped and I got the family farther than my dad did. Of course, most of the driving was spent in the late night/early morning hours when no one's on the road... but I still got us farther.
So, yeah, the reason we were travelling. Lost a mate on walkabout recently. My cousin Joe did some studying abroad in Australia. He finished up and decided to stop by Fiji and Bali before coming back home.
That's right, I said Bali. Joe died in the terrorist bombing there, back in October. His birthday was that month, and he would've been 24. Ironic, isn't it? "Well, whatever you need, we've got your backs" I said to Marcus when I heard that happened. Wouldn't have connected it to Joe in a million years.
Back to the trip thing. So, the fam collected in Orlando for a huge Thanksgiving on Thursday. Friday, we went to a memorial service for Joe. I didn't think I was going to cry, but I did. I had tears and snot all mixed together on my nose. Fortunately, there were tissues or no one would've shaken my hand the entire time.
So, here I am back again, telling you guys what I did on my Thanksgiving holiday. I'm not trying to depress you even though this kind of news is pretty damn depressing. But yeah, that's been on my mind for about a month. The grief is done, the healing begun, and if I've managed to offend anybody during the last month or so because of extended absence, or some odd mood swing I had, this is my form of explanation and apology. I don't think I've upset anybody for those reasons (others perhaps, but not those), but I felt it necessary to say something regardless.
Now... I have some threads to get to. And if you're of a mind, you can meet me by the billabong, where old Matilda is still waltzing.... :)
So, yeah, the reason we were travelling. Lost a mate on walkabout recently. My cousin Joe did some studying abroad in Australia. He finished up and decided to stop by Fiji and Bali before coming back home.
That's right, I said Bali. Joe died in the terrorist bombing there, back in October. His birthday was that month, and he would've been 24. Ironic, isn't it? "Well, whatever you need, we've got your backs" I said to Marcus when I heard that happened. Wouldn't have connected it to Joe in a million years.
Back to the trip thing. So, the fam collected in Orlando for a huge Thanksgiving on Thursday. Friday, we went to a memorial service for Joe. I didn't think I was going to cry, but I did. I had tears and snot all mixed together on my nose. Fortunately, there were tissues or no one would've shaken my hand the entire time.
So, here I am back again, telling you guys what I did on my Thanksgiving holiday. I'm not trying to depress you even though this kind of news is pretty damn depressing. But yeah, that's been on my mind for about a month. The grief is done, the healing begun, and if I've managed to offend anybody during the last month or so because of extended absence, or some odd mood swing I had, this is my form of explanation and apology. I don't think I've upset anybody for those reasons (others perhaps, but not those), but I felt it necessary to say something regardless.
Now... I have some threads to get to. And if you're of a mind, you can meet me by the billabong, where old Matilda is still waltzing.... :)