the potatoes are late again
May. 21st, 2025 01:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
somedayseattleBoy howdy. Yesterday was a day. I got an early text from Da Younga Sista. . Her ex-husband but they never got an actual divorcée was found unresponsive and passed away. That came completely out of left field. For years the name I used for him on this journal is Gurg. Out of respect I will give him back his name. Greg.
He and my sister have been together a long time a long time. Without going into bloody details they split up a decade or so ago but never went through the process of a legal divorce. They separated and went on with their own lives. Greg has fought a 40 year battle with the bottle. He’s tried rehab several times but to no success. (“Ya gotta wanna”-OC) J-Nic called me a couple weeks ago and said Greg had reached sobriety for the first time. She said hanging out with him for a weekend was a great experience. I’m so happy she had that before Greg left as their relationship (as was Greg with many people) tempestuous at best.
I was never a big fan of Greg’s. His arrogance and cockiness were over bearing and completely undeserving. MeDad gave him a job when he was down on his luck. Within a matter of weeks Greg was referring to himself as a 'carpenter. At that point he was the clean up boy and the gopher (the gopher is someone who you sent out to do menial tasks. Go get me a saw. Go move that pile of wood etc) about six months into his tenure he told me that MeDad didn’t know how to do something and he had to step in to show him. In case I never mentioned it MeDad was a certified master carpenter. That point there were only six in North Carolina. MeDad knew everything about carpentry, plumbing, framing, electrician work etc. He doesn’t forget things and need some newbie scrub to show him. That was the kind of person Greg was. He went on to start his own business. Within two years his attitude and poor quality work alienated most every builder in the area. I was never anything less than polite to him. My opinions matter not. Sista saw something in him that I didn’t and that’s what was important.
Having gone through Alcoholics Anonymous with Uncle OC I knew the struggle he was up against. I was never quiet in my desire that he sober up and be a better dad.
I am sad today knowing that Da Younga Sista and fam are having to deal with this heartbreak. Of my five nieces and nephews, J-Nic is one of the TOP 5. She had her gender reveal party and found she was having a little girl. They decided to name her Lucy Ann after MeMum. On top of the roller coaster. A couple days later her dad has passed away. The bottom of the roller coaster.
Grief is the price we pay to ❤️ love.
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After trying to quickly process Greg’s passing I had to haul ass a pulmonary appointment. The Cripple Van showed up on time. I was just as surprised as anyone. I had to do a breathing test. The technician, Jim Bob , kept imploring me to take full deep breaths. Little did he know those were the deep breaths. I’ve never been able to breathe easily. I believe I have a deviated septum because of which I never get really deep breaths. A lot of time I have to breathe out of my mouth. When people call others a 'mouth breather' as an insult I take it as a point of pride lol. The tech said my lungs Showed some signs of stress. Yeah, Jim Bob. A collapsed lung, a pneumonia, and two tubes shoved down my gullet in five days will do that to you.
I survived and had a post chest test conference with another doctor. Last night my lungs hurt so badly. I felt like I slept with the Titanic resting on my chest. My breathing was strained at best. And I think I paid them to make me feel this way. There’s got to be better way to spend money than this.
He and my sister have been together a long time a long time. Without going into bloody details they split up a decade or so ago but never went through the process of a legal divorce. They separated and went on with their own lives. Greg has fought a 40 year battle with the bottle. He’s tried rehab several times but to no success. (“Ya gotta wanna”-OC) J-Nic called me a couple weeks ago and said Greg had reached sobriety for the first time. She said hanging out with him for a weekend was a great experience. I’m so happy she had that before Greg left as their relationship (as was Greg with many people) tempestuous at best.
I was never a big fan of Greg’s. His arrogance and cockiness were over bearing and completely undeserving. MeDad gave him a job when he was down on his luck. Within a matter of weeks Greg was referring to himself as a 'carpenter. At that point he was the clean up boy and the gopher (the gopher is someone who you sent out to do menial tasks. Go get me a saw. Go move that pile of wood etc) about six months into his tenure he told me that MeDad didn’t know how to do something and he had to step in to show him. In case I never mentioned it MeDad was a certified master carpenter. That point there were only six in North Carolina. MeDad knew everything about carpentry, plumbing, framing, electrician work etc. He doesn’t forget things and need some newbie scrub to show him. That was the kind of person Greg was. He went on to start his own business. Within two years his attitude and poor quality work alienated most every builder in the area. I was never anything less than polite to him. My opinions matter not. Sista saw something in him that I didn’t and that’s what was important.
Having gone through Alcoholics Anonymous with Uncle OC I knew the struggle he was up against. I was never quiet in my desire that he sober up and be a better dad.
I am sad today knowing that Da Younga Sista and fam are having to deal with this heartbreak. Of my five nieces and nephews, J-Nic is one of the TOP 5. She had her gender reveal party and found she was having a little girl. They decided to name her Lucy Ann after MeMum. On top of the roller coaster. A couple days later her dad has passed away. The bottom of the roller coaster.
Grief is the price we pay to ❤️ love.
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After trying to quickly process Greg’s passing I had to haul ass a pulmonary appointment. The Cripple Van showed up on time. I was just as surprised as anyone. I had to do a breathing test. The technician, Jim Bob , kept imploring me to take full deep breaths. Little did he know those were the deep breaths. I’ve never been able to breathe easily. I believe I have a deviated septum because of which I never get really deep breaths. A lot of time I have to breathe out of my mouth. When people call others a 'mouth breather' as an insult I take it as a point of pride lol. The tech said my lungs Showed some signs of stress. Yeah, Jim Bob. A collapsed lung, a pneumonia, and two tubes shoved down my gullet in five days will do that to you.
I survived and had a post chest test conference with another doctor. Last night my lungs hurt so badly. I felt like I slept with the Titanic resting on my chest. My breathing was strained at best. And I think I paid them to make me feel this way. There’s got to be better way to spend money than this.
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