What's it like...hmmm.

Living with the effects of Unrepentant Bastard Software:

It's like opening the door and seeing your dog loose, running down the street with tons of bills tucked under her collar. Running away from you. Even looks back, sees you standing there and laughs at you as she keeps running away at full speed.

I gotta go catch her, checking to see if she left any "presents" in the neighbor's yards along the way. Bare-handed.

And I have no idea where the hole in fence is, so I have a good idea I'll be spending most of my day doing this again tomorrow.

The money? Oh hell, I have no time to count how much money she's ditched in her wayward flight. Not a clue.

What's it like...hmmm.

Living with the effects of Unrepentant Bastard Software:

It's like opening the door and seeing your dog loose, running down the street with tons of bills tucked under her collar. Running away from you. Even looks back, sees you standing there and laughs at you as she keeps running away at full speed.

I gotta go catch her, checking to see if she left any "presents" in the neighbor's yards along the way. Bare-handed.

And I have no idea where the hole in fence is, so I have a good idea I'll be spending most of my day doing this again tomorrow.

The money? Oh hell, I have no time to count how much money she's ditched in her wayward flight. Not a clue.

What's it like...hmmm.

Living with the effects of Unrepentant Bastard Software:

It's like opening the door and seeing your dog loose, running down the street with tons of bills tucked under her collar. Running away from you. Even looks back, sees you standing there and laughs at you as she keeps running away at full speed.

I gotta go catch her, checking to see if she left any "presents" in the neighbor's yards along the way. Bare-handed.

And I have no idea where the hole in fence is, so I have a good idea I'll be spending most of my day doing this again tomorrow.

The money? Oh hell, I have no time to count how much money she's ditched in her wayward flight. Not a clue.

Word.

Just got off the phone with Sis.

Her husband's younger brother, who has been in convalescence care for almost three years, has died suddenly of a cardiac arrest. I think he was within three years of me in age - I'm certain older, but not by much.

Diabetes. Again.

I'm making the best of it.

He died on a Friday night, allowing me and Sis the weekend to deal with the immediate shock - her MIL is going to be inconsolable. She's lost three of her five children now, her husband has been gone for twenty years (died from much the same causes) - and .. ugh. Maybe we can find the youngest brother - who drives trucks in Oklahoma.

He didn't die at Thanksgiving or at Christmas. He didn't linger.

He didn't end up on dialysis or an amputee. Or blind.

But I don't think they ever approved his SSI disability, even though he'd been in care for almost three years. He has two sons in foster care he hadn't seen in fifteen years. I wonder how long it will be before someone will think it of import to tell them.

I'm in cope mode, which means I'm trying to think of what needs to be done now. Who needs to know - who needs an email or a phone call - and what the fuck can I possibly do for his mother? Or my BIL who loves me dearly and has always been there for me?

There's just about no one left, who shares DNA with him - and not one shares anything in common with him. I swear it.

The late brother? A waste of carbon - the most he ever did was to never anger me (he could have, easily). He was a walking disaster area, never held a job in his life (no, he didn't), ate himself into over 400 lbs and never left home for more than six months. He married a girl he later chased out of their home at knifepoint, and their third child died of SIDS (at least, that was what I was told). He was a drunk, a druggie, he ruined himself in a motorcycle accident which killed his passenger in his early twenties.

But as they say, he was somebody's baby - once.

May the heavens take him with gentler hands and find a better use for him than anyone here ever could. I know he always held me in high esteem - and nobody deserved the death diabetes has dealt him.

Fuck me. There is nothing more unnatural than trying to comfort a parent who has survived their child. There are barely words.

Word.

Just got off the phone with Sis.

Her husband's younger brother, who has been in convalescence care for almost three years, has died suddenly of a cardiac arrest. I think he was within three years of me in age - I'm certain older, but not by much.

Diabetes. Again.

I'm making the best of it.

He died on a Friday night, allowing me and Sis the weekend to deal with the immediate shock - her MIL is going to be inconsolable. She's lost three of her five children now, her husband has been gone for twenty years (died from much the same causes) - and .. ugh. Maybe we can find the youngest brother - who drives trucks in Oklahoma.

He didn't die at Thanksgiving or at Christmas. He didn't linger.

He didn't end up on dialysis or an amputee. Or blind.

But I don't think they ever approved his SSI disability, even though he'd been in care for almost three years. He has two sons in foster care he hadn't seen in fifteen years. I wonder how long it will be before someone will think it of import to tell them.

I'm in cope mode, which means I'm trying to think of what needs to be done now. Who needs to know - who needs an email or a phone call - and what the fuck can I possibly do for his mother? Or my BIL who loves me dearly and has always been there for me?

There's just about no one left, who shares DNA with him - and not one shares anything in common with him. I swear it.

The late brother? A waste of carbon - the most he ever did was to never anger me (he could have, easily). He was a walking disaster area, never held a job in his life (no, he didn't), ate himself into over 400 lbs and never left home for more than six months. He married a girl he later chased out of their home at knifepoint, and their third child died of SIDS (at least, that was what I was told). He was a drunk, a druggie, he ruined himself in a motorcycle accident which killed his passenger in his early twenties.

But as they say, he was somebody's baby - once.

May the heavens take him with gentler hands and find a better use for him than anyone here ever could. I know he always held me in high esteem - and nobody deserved the death diabetes has dealt him.

Fuck me. There is nothing more unnatural than trying to comfort a parent who has survived their child. There are barely words.

Word.

Just got off the phone with Sis.

Her husband's younger brother, who has been in convalescence care for almost three years, has died suddenly of a cardiac arrest. I think he was within three years of me in age - I'm certain older, but not by much.

Diabetes. Again.

I'm making the best of it.

He died on a Friday night, allowing me and Sis the weekend to deal with the immediate shock - her MIL is going to be inconsolable. She's lost three of her five children now, her husband has been gone for twenty years (died from much the same causes) - and .. ugh. Maybe we can find the youngest brother - who drives trucks in Oklahoma.

He didn't die at Thanksgiving or at Christmas. He didn't linger.

He didn't end up on dialysis or an amputee. Or blind.

But I don't think they ever approved his SSI disability, even though he'd been in care for almost three years. He has two sons in foster care he hadn't seen in fifteen years. I wonder how long it will be before someone will think it of import to tell them.

I'm in cope mode, which means I'm trying to think of what needs to be done now. Who needs to know - who needs an email or a phone call - and what the fuck can I possibly do for his mother? Or my BIL who loves me dearly and has always been there for me?

There's just about no one left, who shares DNA with him - and not one shares anything in common with him. I swear it.

The late brother? A waste of carbon - the most he ever did was to never anger me (he could have, easily). He was a walking disaster area, never held a job in his life (no, he didn't), ate himself into over 400 lbs and never left home for more than six months. He married a girl he later chased out of their home at knifepoint, and their third child died of SIDS (at least, that was what I was told). He was a drunk, a druggie, he ruined himself in a motorcycle accident which killed his passenger in his early twenties.

But as they say, he was somebody's baby - once.

May the heavens take him with gentler hands and find a better use for him than anyone here ever could. I know he always held me in high esteem - and nobody deserved the death diabetes has dealt him.

Fuck me. There is nothing more unnatural than trying to comfort a parent who has survived their child. There are barely words.