Today...

[Writers Bloque]

I returned to work Monday. I could not take anymore time off without just up and quitting. They were overly generous with the week they gave me.

Today I took an early lunch, to go to where my mothers ashes were partially spread, since its very clear I will not be getting my fathers ashes. I was joined by almost everyone who knew of, knew personally and knew dearly my father. It was quite sombre in the overcast clouded day. Of course not many of my father's relatives attended, because from all I gathered, they got what they wanted. Even Sir drove up to see my dad off. The large, burly man even shed some tears. That let me know my dads memory will carry on in others. I paid for lunch at a nice Chinese Buffet for everyone, since they were filling my fridge with things. We ate and shared stories. Turns out Sir, Father in law and Dad were fighting friends in high school. I cant imagine my dad going toe to toe with Sir, but Sir had brought a photo album with him, showing Him and my dad lying on the ground all beaten up, laughing like loons. Now I am back at work with a to go plate of egg rolls and crab rangoon in my little fridge.

I am slowly gathering my will to continue writing, because the pain is just a skoosh too much to bear right now. I hope everyone has a great day!

[msslave]

Good to see the healing process is at least beginning Writer. My family wasn't close so some of what you write is like from a story. When I read about families like yours I sometimes wonder what it would have been like to have a close knit family.

I got off track there, sorry. The stories you've written about family, even if there's some embellishment, made me wanna be a cousin or something.

Your parents will always be with you in your heart. The pain will ease but not go away. That's because of the love you'll always have in your heart for them

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[Writers Bloque]

Good to see the healing process is at least beginning Writer. My family wasn't close so some of what you write is like from a story. When I read about families like yours I sometimes wonder what it would have been like to have a close knit family.

I got off track there, sorry. The stories you've written about family, even if there's some embellishment, made me wanna be a cousin or something.

Your parents will always be with you in your heart. The pain will ease but not go away. That's because of the love you'll always have in your heart for them

 :

I have always considered you and PH the Uncles I needed in my life. Thank you for the kind words. MsSlave, you are family to me, just remember some of my kin need a pint of JD or SC to deal with, and there is one you must deal with if you want either sides approval. But for the most part, both sides cant remember most of the known kin now, so you and PH will fit right in, as long as you can talk gold/sports, fishing or hunting, and can crack a sexist joke or two, even to a couple of my aunts. The jokes they crack would get any man killed on the spot the instant the last word is spoken.

[msslave]

 

[Writers Bloque]

Sir called me an hour ago, tells me I gotta go to the camp. The slough is plugged up and threatening to flood. It will have to rise at least 4 feet to threaten the trailer. So I am gathering everyone I can to go down to unplug it. Tonight I am signing a rental agreement with my sisters for my parents property since we all cannot agree on selling it. The money will go into an account for the upkeep and maintenance of the property. This is the fairest course of action I can think of. Still feeling like a walking zombie, trying to keep on trucking. Also you might have to dodge an overly horny 77 year old woman who acts like she isn't a day over 20. She eats men like they are snacks though. Kept herself in great shape, but still....almost like that poolboy skit on MADtv.

[Writers Bloque]

Sir called me an hour ago, tells me I gotta go to the camp. The slough is plugged up and threatening to flood. It will have to rise at least 4 feet to threaten the trailer. So I am gathering everyone I can to go down to unplug it. Tonight I am signing a rental agreement with my sisters for my parents property since we all cannot agree on selling it. The money will go into an account for the upkeep and maintenance of the property. This is the fairest course of action I can think of. Still feeling like a walking zombie, trying to keep on trucking. Also you might have to dodge an overly horny 77 year old woman who acts like she isn't a day over 20. She eats men like they are snacks though. Kept herself in great shape, but still....almost like that poolboy skit on MADtv.

Got to the camp this morning, with the convoy of my favorite peoples, which of course means that no one is remotely interested in helping me get it done and over with. So I unlock the trailer to find....

All of the photo albums that I thought missing at my dads house. My dads disco looking suit/tux and a few other odds and ends. Wife and the girls/ladies who came decided to put a cleaning on the trailer, since he only did a surface cleaning. Me and the guys who came went to work on unclogging the slough. I then took out most of my grief and self destructive rage on a big pile of busted up concrete boat ramp to shore up the embankment in case the water reaches it. Sir came to get me after I was done after lunch to knock down trees and such. Around dinner, me and him herded our families to the BBQ joint for some cold beer and ribs. I am very sore, but less pissed off.