Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Life Just Isn't Fair, Dammit!
Well, we laid a good friend to rest yesterday. I mentioned him last week - gone very suddenly after only 62 years. That's one of those things we'll never understand, I guess. How asswipes who do some of the most evil deeds imaginable, even getting away with it sometimes, manage to keep on breathing up our perfectly good air. Their untimely demise would improve the collective character of our people and be mourned by few, if any. But then, people like Jim go away far, far too soon, and their losses are felt for decades by those left behind.
Hell, it just ain't fair.
The service was lovely, presided over by the same Lutheran pastor who married our kids just a few years ago. He was wonderful then, and he was wonderful yesterday. I ain't even Lutheran, but I'll lean that direction if getting up and dragging my lazy ass to church on Sunday ever manages to find a spot on my personal agenda. Maybe it should, I don't know. After repeated losses and near misses in only the past few years, I'm beginning to believe maybe I'm not actually bulletproof. My Mom, brother-in-law, aunt, uncle, and four friends all sailed on, and Wayners was so damned sick we were beginning to wonder about him as well. I guess I'm just at that age now where more and more obituaries every day are for folks my age or younger.
Oh well, anybody who came to Parrothead Ramblings seeking the meaning of life is, for the lack of a better term, a misguided idiot.
What we need now is something like a three-day party at a resort with good friends, good music, cold beer, cooked animals, short stories and long laughs.
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Hell, it just ain't fair.
The service was lovely, presided over by the same Lutheran pastor who married our kids just a few years ago. He was wonderful then, and he was wonderful yesterday. I ain't even Lutheran, but I'll lean that direction if getting up and dragging my lazy ass to church on Sunday ever manages to find a spot on my personal agenda. Maybe it should, I don't know. After repeated losses and near misses in only the past few years, I'm beginning to believe maybe I'm not actually bulletproof. My Mom, brother-in-law, aunt, uncle, and four friends all sailed on, and Wayners was so damned sick we were beginning to wonder about him as well. I guess I'm just at that age now where more and more obituaries every day are for folks my age or younger.
Oh well, anybody who came to Parrothead Ramblings seeking the meaning of life is, for the lack of a better term, a misguided idiot.
What we need now is something like a three-day party at a resort with good friends, good music, cold beer, cooked animals, short stories and long laughs.
