> Aingon Atelia > wrote in news:iTmvl.21337
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>> After the cemetery, the online friends and I went to celebrate Blinky's
>> life over beer, pizza and darts.
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> 3 things that are magically destined to be together forever!!
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>> He did love to shoot darts, and was
>> pretty good at it most days. I believe he would have approved.
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> I'm sure he would have. It would have hinged on what pizza though :-)

I don't remember him ever meeting a pizza he didn't like.

> I'd never have thought of dart boards at my wake, so thanks for the idea.
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> The SO and I are dart throwers from way-back :-)

Most people just stay near the toe line.

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>> Bye, you big friggin' doof. I miss you a hundred times a day.
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> You've done him proud with your posts, keeping the rest of us updated.
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> You are the epitome of a best friend.
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> Blinky was very lucky.

Thank you.

This has been a tough quarter for me. In mid-December my mother was
diagnosed with leukemia. Being too weak for aggressive chemo, she was
put on a maintenance treatment. She was already transfusion dependent
from other bone marrow issues brought on by chemo for breast cancer 10
years ago.

On Feb 27th, the night before Blinky's memorial, I was finalizing the
eulogy when my sister called, saying that my mother had fallen and hit
her head badly enough to be hospitalized. She had a huge subdural
hematoma, and she was too frail for them to operate on. She was
paralyzed on her right side, and was declining. As there was no
prospect for her to not be dependent on machines to keep her alive, with
minimal quality of life, my sisters and I had to decide to observe what
we knew to be her wishes and stop all of her treatments and let the
leukemia take her. We brought her home on March 4th, and she died
peacefully in her sleep early on the morning of the 6th. Her funeral
was yesterday, her interment today.

Helluva couple of months. I've also been made Blinky's daughter's
agent, so that the apartment can get cleared out. The coroner unsealed
it on the 10th, and I've been given until the 24th to get it emptied.
Basically that means finding room for a 1 bedroom apartment inside my
small 3 bedroom house, until everything can be gone through.

And the hits just keep on coming - When I got home from my mom's
interment today, my next door neighbor's house was packed with people.
Turns out *he'd* died a couple of days ago from a massive coronary and
multiple organ failure.

It may not be safe to be around me.

AA/MZ


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Aingon Atelia aka Minkie Zeeber

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