April 24th, 2009

Antioch Reunion 2007 2

April 24th.

It's April 24th again.

It's now been 19 years since that horrible accident, which happened when I was 19 years old. The idea that I've lived as much time since as I lived before ... yea.

And in about two hours, I'll be burying Opie.

I'm having a very hard time getting off the couch, getting out of my pajamas.

Last week, my mother talked about the van accident from her perspective -- what it was like to get a phone call saying "This is Medina County Hospital, there's been an accident..." Here's a tip: if you ever have to make one of those calls, you might want to lead with "[your child] is OK, but there's been an accident..." Just saying.

Anyway, I should probably get my ass in gear. I have to go bury My Special Little Guy, and I'm seriously dreading the fact that no one will be going with me. I feel so guilty. I can't stand it.


I don't really want to talk about how I'm feeling (still lousy), so instead I'll share pictures of my evening.

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And then I arrived home and discovered that my cats had destroyed my apartment (or at least the bedroom window screen). The neighbors were sitting outside and gleefully informed me that Muchi and Bitsy had torn through the window screen, climbed through the hole, and spent the evening sitting outside, birdwatching.

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My cats are hoodlums. Seriously.