Only five?
Is this your soul mate?
In other news, I stepped on a nail at work on Thursday so we had to fill out an incident report in case I go on worker's comp or something. Luckily my tetatnus shot is up to date....
The blessing thing & Panachida was nice. The priest was all decked out in his shiny outfit and I got to be the altar boy. He said they don't have altar girls, so I was an altar boy. I held the holy water. Never did that before. Then I got to play in the dirt planting flowers at the head of Mike's grave. I am not a gardener, but his Mom just told me exactly what to do and I did it. It was actually pretty satisfying. And I got some sun. My face doesn't seem to qualify me for "pale force" anymore. At least for the next few days, anyways.
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Sunday, April 22, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Blessing - 40 days
Apparently, today is forty days since Mike died. This is supposedly supposed to mark the end of the official "mourning" period, at least in one religion. Tomorrow we are having a graveside service to bless the grave. The priest is meeting us out there. Mike's mom will plant some flowers. I got Sandy to help me help her b/c I'm not exactly handy like that.
As for the forty day thing, I don't know if I believe that b/c I will miss him the rest of my life. Although, today I did feel something different. Whether it was a greater sense of acceptance, or what, I don't know. Leaving his parents' house tonight, it was about midnight and I really felt like I might faint. The weather, the lighting, the street, it was all so familiar, and it was like I was back in the day when we used to walk up and down those streets and hang out with our friends. I was so overwhelmed with this feeling, like I really was in a different time or situation that I felt like I was going to pass out. I tried to shake it off so I could get home, but as I walked up to my parents' house, the same thing happened. I could see me and Mike on my front porch, I remembered what it felt like to cuddle inside his denim jacket. I remembered the fights we had on that porch. It was all coming at me at once and again, I thought I would faint. I put my hand on the brick wall for support and now a new set of memories came forth. My eyes started going to the back of my head and my knees began to buckle. I eventually made it in the house alright. My little stinkers got my mind off all that as soon as I got in here. They are blessings. Now I better get some sleep so I can get up for this other blessing tomorrow.
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As for the forty day thing, I don't know if I believe that b/c I will miss him the rest of my life. Although, today I did feel something different. Whether it was a greater sense of acceptance, or what, I don't know. Leaving his parents' house tonight, it was about midnight and I really felt like I might faint. The weather, the lighting, the street, it was all so familiar, and it was like I was back in the day when we used to walk up and down those streets and hang out with our friends. I was so overwhelmed with this feeling, like I really was in a different time or situation that I felt like I was going to pass out. I tried to shake it off so I could get home, but as I walked up to my parents' house, the same thing happened. I could see me and Mike on my front porch, I remembered what it felt like to cuddle inside his denim jacket. I remembered the fights we had on that porch. It was all coming at me at once and again, I thought I would faint. I put my hand on the brick wall for support and now a new set of memories came forth. My eyes started going to the back of my head and my knees began to buckle. I eventually made it in the house alright. My little stinkers got my mind off all that as soon as I got in here. They are blessings. Now I better get some sleep so I can get up for this other blessing tomorrow.
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Friday, April 20, 2007
Friends with the ex
http://msn.match.com/msn/article.aspx?articleid=6016&TrackingID=516311&BannerID=544657&menuid=7>1=9278
Why some exes stay so close
Most divorces involve some bitter feelings, that's for sure. And the time right after the separation is made official can be one when feelings of anger, disappointment and grief come bubbling up to the surface. So if you're in that stage but the person you're seeing has been divorced longer, it's natural for him or her to have mellowed, mood-wise, as the months and years pass. "After time, it is possible for exes to be friends. Remember that everyone is different," says Dr. Gilda Carle, Ph.D., a relationship expert, MSN's Suddenly Single advice columnist and the author of Don't Bet On The Prince!, among other books. "And everyone's circumstances are different. Actually, you could probably use some pointers yourself about how to get over the pain of divorce. Let your date be a role model for you, because you can't have a solid relationship until you are over your past anger."
Danielle, 41, of Morristown, NJ, is one of those people who needed a role model, but at first wasn't ready to have one: "Right after my divorce was finalized, I starting dating Joe. He was on such good terms with his ex, I couldn't handle it. Whenever he'd refer to a good conversation they'd had or how they worked so well together to raise the kids, I'd start seething inside. I was such a raw nerve... It almost sounded as if he was bragging or showing off, and I'd get knotted up inside. It took time and frank discussions for me to understand he could be a real source of support for me—and now I'm so grateful for that."
When exes are too close for comfort
However, there are times when a date's good relationship with his or her ex can be, well, too good. Listen to this tale from Tom of Detroit: "I started dating this woman who must have spoken to her ex like five times a day. One night, we were discussing this job offer she got over dinner, and it was all, 'Well, my ex says I should ask them this' and 'My ex says I should get a counter-offer to that…' and it was so obvious that she'd spent the whole afternoon consulting him instead of me. That was the last straw."
Yes, sometimes exes remain connected because they can't break the connection. If you're dating such a person, be on the lookout for closeness that seems a bit too cozy. Says Dr. Gilda, "The most obvious sign is when he devotes more time to his ex than he does to you. Talk is cheap, but behavior tells everything. Check out how often he calls, how he keeps his word with you, whether his conversations are punctuated with mentions of her, and whether he's trying to impress you with how in demand he is that his ex still wants him." If you're seeing signs that you're playing second banana to someone who is supposedly a part of his past, it's time to move on.
Anne Goldfarb writes for many national magazines.
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Friends with the ex?
By Anne Goldfarb If you're recently divorced, chances are, you and your ex still have some stuff to work out and you two aren't good buddies who hoist a beer together just yet. And so it may be particularly difficult for you to deal if you discover one of the new people you're dating has a really good, tight friendship going with his or her ex. "How can she?!" you may wonder. Or perhaps, "What's really going on between those two?" Let's take a closer look at the situation and see what we can do to answer those questions and calm your concerns.Why some exes stay so close
Most divorces involve some bitter feelings, that's for sure. And the time right after the separation is made official can be one when feelings of anger, disappointment and grief come bubbling up to the surface. So if you're in that stage but the person you're seeing has been divorced longer, it's natural for him or her to have mellowed, mood-wise, as the months and years pass. "After time, it is possible for exes to be friends. Remember that everyone is different," says Dr. Gilda Carle, Ph.D., a relationship expert, MSN's Suddenly Single advice columnist and the author of Don't Bet On The Prince!, among other books. "And everyone's circumstances are different. Actually, you could probably use some pointers yourself about how to get over the pain of divorce. Let your date be a role model for you, because you can't have a solid relationship until you are over your past anger."
Danielle, 41, of Morristown, NJ, is one of those people who needed a role model, but at first wasn't ready to have one: "Right after my divorce was finalized, I starting dating Joe. He was on such good terms with his ex, I couldn't handle it. Whenever he'd refer to a good conversation they'd had or how they worked so well together to raise the kids, I'd start seething inside. I was such a raw nerve... It almost sounded as if he was bragging or showing off, and I'd get knotted up inside. It took time and frank discussions for me to understand he could be a real source of support for me—and now I'm so grateful for that."
When exes are too close for comfort
However, there are times when a date's good relationship with his or her ex can be, well, too good. Listen to this tale from Tom of Detroit: "I started dating this woman who must have spoken to her ex like five times a day. One night, we were discussing this job offer she got over dinner, and it was all, 'Well, my ex says I should ask them this' and 'My ex says I should get a counter-offer to that…' and it was so obvious that she'd spent the whole afternoon consulting him instead of me. That was the last straw."
Yes, sometimes exes remain connected because they can't break the connection. If you're dating such a person, be on the lookout for closeness that seems a bit too cozy. Says Dr. Gilda, "The most obvious sign is when he devotes more time to his ex than he does to you. Talk is cheap, but behavior tells everything. Check out how often he calls, how he keeps his word with you, whether his conversations are punctuated with mentions of her, and whether he's trying to impress you with how in demand he is that his ex still wants him." If you're seeing signs that you're playing second banana to someone who is supposedly a part of his past, it's time to move on.
Anne Goldfarb writes for many national magazines.
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Sunday, April 15, 2007
Under the wire - (taxes)
Woohoo! Just got done filing my taxes. I wasn't really in a hurry since the federal government keeps my refunds to pay for my student loans. 
I also finally got to this multi media library on campus and used the scanner that has the document feeder.
Woohoo. They have other stuff too like film scanner and VCR/DVR thingees. Pretty cool. It's like in the basement of the basement, though, and I'm so fricking hot, I can't wait to get out of here. Just thought I'd do a little jot before I left. Happy tax day, everyone!!!! Yeee haaww!
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I also finally got to this multi media library on campus and used the scanner that has the document feeder.
Woohoo. They have other stuff too like film scanner and VCR/DVR thingees. Pretty cool. It's like in the basement of the basement, though, and I'm so fricking hot, I can't wait to get out of here. Just thought I'd do a little jot before I left. Happy tax day, everyone!!!! Yeee haaww!
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Thursday, April 12, 2007
Pink shoes
Why am I the only female in this computer lab? I'm starting to feel a little uncomfortable...Damn, I've got to stick to doing my myspace at work. I need a computer bad! Anyhow, I accidentally left the house in my pink houseshoes. I mean, they have hard bottoms and stuff and are exactly like a black pair of shoes I have, I just wear the pink ones only around the house, cuz they're, you know, PINK. And I don't mean like light daisy pink, I mean like glow-in-the-dark eighties pink - fuschia. Oh yeah, and I forgot to brush my hair after that nap I took after work. Wowee, I am seeexxxy. Good think my sweater camoflauges the Taco Bell I spilled on my shirt, now that would just be embarrassing.
Oh no, they just made, the "get the hell out of here, losers" announcement. This lady cracks me up. "The library is closing in TWEEENNNTTTYY MINUTES" if you need help with anything, get your happy ass up here so we can close this shit down, yo. Word.
Is there no dignity left? (Not after I just said, "yo" and "word" apparently
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Oh no, they just made, the "get the hell out of here, losers" announcement. This lady cracks me up. "The library is closing in TWEEENNNTTTYY MINUTES" if you need help with anything, get your happy ass up here so we can close this shit down, yo. Word.
Is there no dignity left? (Not after I just said, "yo" and "word" apparently
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Month
It's been a month now since Mike died. Normally I would say it seems like longer or sooner, but right now, it just seems like a month. I really don't think I will ever fully grasp that he is no longer on this earth. The last night I slept in his apartment, I had a dream and we were talking. I couldn't see him or anything, just heard his voice. The last thing he said to me was, "I don't exist anymore". I started crying and I said, "yes, you do! Yes, you do!" and woke myself up saying that and crying.
It seems that would be a difficult thing to hear, and it was, but it was also very helpful. Here I was, in his apartment with his things, sleeping on his pillows trying so hard to feel close to him. Closing my eyes and trying to think of every memory, hoping that I would somehow feel his spirit, his presence, hoping he was still here. I replay that sentence in my mind, "I don't exist anymore", to try and come to grips with the fact that he is not here. I am comfortable with the fact that he is with Jesus, and there isn't a doubt in my mind about that, however, he is not of this earth any longer. I touched his body, there was no heartbeat, no warmth. He does not exist in the world I live in. I need to accept that, but first, I need to comprehend it.
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It seems that would be a difficult thing to hear, and it was, but it was also very helpful. Here I was, in his apartment with his things, sleeping on his pillows trying so hard to feel close to him. Closing my eyes and trying to think of every memory, hoping that I would somehow feel his spirit, his presence, hoping he was still here. I replay that sentence in my mind, "I don't exist anymore", to try and come to grips with the fact that he is not here. I am comfortable with the fact that he is with Jesus, and there isn't a doubt in my mind about that, however, he is not of this earth any longer. I touched his body, there was no heartbeat, no warmth. He does not exist in the world I live in. I need to accept that, but first, I need to comprehend it.
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Saturday, April 07, 2007
Ghetto Fabulous
Okay, I have nearly 79,000 miles on my five year old car. It has been just fine and dandy until the last month when it got hit twice - while parked. Seriously, are you kidding me? The first time the fricking recycling truck hit it and blamed my brother forcing me to not file a police report and the second, well, I won't go into this second since it's an "ongoing investigation". *Ahem*. Is it just a coincidence that it was just paid off? Hmm...
Went to the store today and man was it ghetto. I mean, I thought some places I went in Lafayette were ghetto, but when I walked into this place in Highland I realized I had forgotten what ghetto really was. I walked in the door, someone's phone rings and she answers and then she's yelling, "I got more hair than you, nuh uh, I got more than you." And then, "I'm hanging up now, I'm hanging now". A few more f-bombs in full ear shot of everyone in the store including children getting easter bunnies and five minutes later, still, "I'm hanging up now". Bitch, you said you were gonna hang up five minutes ago on this bitch who called you bald, so please, PLEASE, just do it. Then more yelling across the store from other customers, screaming children, arguments amongst store staff and I was wishing I could just have the store to myself like rich and famous people do. Then again, if I was rich and famous, I wouldn't have been at this store.
I'm crabby (news flash, right?). I'm tired. I moved shit and put a phone line in and I don't do that kind of stuff like ever, so I'm going to sleep now.
Oh yeah, Happy Easter!
P.S. - I watched "The Ten Commandments" on TV tonight with Mike's mom. Wow, that is a looong movie...(there's that crabbiness again.)
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Went to the store today and man was it ghetto. I mean, I thought some places I went in Lafayette were ghetto, but when I walked into this place in Highland I realized I had forgotten what ghetto really was. I walked in the door, someone's phone rings and she answers and then she's yelling, "I got more hair than you, nuh uh, I got more than you." And then, "I'm hanging up now, I'm hanging now". A few more f-bombs in full ear shot of everyone in the store including children getting easter bunnies and five minutes later, still, "I'm hanging up now". Bitch, you said you were gonna hang up five minutes ago on this bitch who called you bald, so please, PLEASE, just do it. Then more yelling across the store from other customers, screaming children, arguments amongst store staff and I was wishing I could just have the store to myself like rich and famous people do. Then again, if I was rich and famous, I wouldn't have been at this store.
I'm crabby (news flash, right?). I'm tired. I moved shit and put a phone line in and I don't do that kind of stuff like ever, so I'm going to sleep now.
Oh yeah, Happy Easter!
P.S. - I watched "The Ten Commandments" on TV tonight with Mike's mom. Wow, that is a looong movie...(there's that crabbiness again.)
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Sunday, April 01, 2007
Thank you!
Thank you Butch, Brent, & Scott for your help in cleaning out Mike's apartment. I am so glad it's all done now. Well, at least the stuff in the apartment is out - Mike's mom still has a whole lot to go through. Anyhow, you guys are fricking awesome for carrying all that shit! Youz my boyz now. (See, I told you I'm old!)
And thanks, Butch, Scott & Jenn, for not making me feel like a totally weirdo during my mini-meltdown last night. My head hurt for hours afterwards cuz I cried so fricking hard for so long.
Anyone who lives in Schererville, guard your carpet shampooers! Someone named Mark may just come whilst your sleeping and "borrow" it. And by borrow, I mean steal. And by steal, I mean, intend to keep til I call the cops on your ass and you bring it back with your tail between your legs. So dumb.
And if your landlord's a douchebag, just stage a sit-in. Funny how things just seem to stop disappearing when someone's there to see them. Sure it was my entire weekend, but that's nothing compared to the anguish we would've gone thru had they taken whatever else they wanted and dumped the rest of Mike's shit in the dumpster.
Okay, I guess I'll go shower now since I haven't had soap in the last three days. I know, attractive, huh? Oh yeah, Butch, thanks for that pop and water on Friday! That and Aurelio's pizza got me thru the weekend ;-) Can't believe it's back to Lafayette and work tomorrow.
Wait, shower postponed again, gotta run to Mike's mom to bring some more boxes. At least the dogs like the smell of me :-)
Thanks again, seriously, I wouldn't have made it without all of you!
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And thanks, Butch, Scott & Jenn, for not making me feel like a totally weirdo during my mini-meltdown last night. My head hurt for hours afterwards cuz I cried so fricking hard for so long.
Anyone who lives in Schererville, guard your carpet shampooers! Someone named Mark may just come whilst your sleeping and "borrow" it. And by borrow, I mean steal. And by steal, I mean, intend to keep til I call the cops on your ass and you bring it back with your tail between your legs. So dumb.
And if your landlord's a douchebag, just stage a sit-in. Funny how things just seem to stop disappearing when someone's there to see them. Sure it was my entire weekend, but that's nothing compared to the anguish we would've gone thru had they taken whatever else they wanted and dumped the rest of Mike's shit in the dumpster.
Okay, I guess I'll go shower now since I haven't had soap in the last three days. I know, attractive, huh? Oh yeah, Butch, thanks for that pop and water on Friday! That and Aurelio's pizza got me thru the weekend ;-) Can't believe it's back to Lafayette and work tomorrow.
Wait, shower postponed again, gotta run to Mike's mom to bring some more boxes. At least the dogs like the smell of me :-)
Thanks again, seriously, I wouldn't have made it without all of you!
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Saturday, March 24, 2007
Anniversary - Veg Style
On this day, many, many years ago, I became a vegetarian. I believe it was 1994 - so 13 years ago (that trig comes in handy, I tell ya). My dad was in the hospital having surgery on his back, I was going thru high school drama. My mom made pork chops for dinner and I looked at it and was like, "hey, this is the same shape it was when it was actually in the animal." I was forever changed and couldn't eat meat again. I started off with the pork chops and ribs, fried chicken and other items in their original shape but finally I just couldn't differentiate any more and I quit altogether. I still eat eggs and dairy - so I'm a lacto-ovo vegetarian. I had tried to quit the eggs and dairy but got so frustrated when I was out at lunch with my friends at McDonald's, ordered a salad, and found the dressing had eggs! When I thought about it, I remembered being on my Granddaddy's farm and getting the eggs from the nests and I was totally fine with that. I later learned about cage free eggs and all that jazz, but I'm cool with where I'm at with the veggie life. Of course, when I moved to the co-op in Chicago, I felt like a full fledged carnivore compared to all the organic vegans. I thought I was frugal for buying clothes at Dots for like $3, they bought their clothes from the thrift store for 50 cents, or even better, got it from a dumpster, or grew their own organic cotton and made their own clothes from a two hundred year old loom from the underground railway (okay so it wasn't that bad, but still). Working at American Eagle downtown and occasionally getting a McDonald's cheeseburger no meat made me like the consumerist enemy or something. I thought that I would totally fit in at the co-op given my tree-hugging ways, but apparently I wasn't tree-hugging enough for the tree-huggers. I guess I'm just in the middle - not carnivore enough for the meat eaters, don't spend enough to be considered consumeristic by most, but not exactly ready to chuck it all and move to the monastery, or hippie commune, just yet.
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Thursday, March 22, 2007
Rest in Peace
Missing you today. Wanted to talk to you so bad. Mom is wearing your necklace and Dad wears your ring on a chain around his neck. Making a rosary from the roses on your casket. I thought the hard part was over, but I'm finding out it's just beginning. I filled out your Mom's paperwork tonight and I'll bring it to her caseworker tomorrow. I want to do right by you, Mike, and I want to be sure I make the right choices for your family. Please help me. I talked to Jen tonight and she was such a great help. She suggested I pray on it, and I will. This picture of you isn't the "nicest" but it shows you vulnerable and tired, even with tears in your eyes and it reminds me of all those nights we talked for hours. This picture reminds me of the Mike I knew and loved, real, honest.... God, I miss you so much. I love you, Mike!
Monday, March 19, 2007
The wake
The wake was tonight. Mike didn't really look like Mike, but then again, they never do. His hair did feel the same - full of hairspray! I had told Danielle I don't think he would've liked his hair at all b/c it was not spiky, but at least it had a lot of product in it (just like he wore).
He looked old. Like creases around his eyes really stood out. Standing right up next to him, though, seeing those eyelashes of his, it just seemed like he could take a breath, stretch out and get right up. He was cold. I touched his arm once but it was freezing, so I could only bear to touch his hair. I joked that that was something he would never let me do when he was alive!
He had a guitar in the coffin with him - had Nirvana on it. There was a rosary hanging above him on the coffin and there was a rosary in his hands, which were put together. His face looked bigger than it was when he was alive. When I had seen the body from the coroner's office, I was afraid there wouldn't be anything left, he was barely there. So, I was happy that he didn't look too thin or gaunt.
Some girls that he and Jen had coached brought in a basketball signed by what I assume were team mates. That was very nice.
I was doing alright at the wake until Jared and Wesley walked in together and then I lost it. After I talked to them for awhile, though, it actually made me feel better.
I drove to the cemetery yesterday and today to see where he will be buried. It is very near to his grandparents, so that's nice. It's a nice, small cemetery, so it's not hard to find who you're looking for.
Sandy came right at the end and she is taking this really hard. I mean, not only b/c she's known Mike since he was in pre-school, but also b/c she lost her own daughter six years ago and she says she's sick of going to funerals for "kids". She told Mike's Dad that now they all have a special angel looking over them, that is the job of the young angels God takes.
For those of us, here, life goes on. Phil's birthday is tomorrow, I sent him an e-card. Didn't get a chance to send out his paper card. Ronan im'd me and sent his regrets and I'll be back to work by the end of the week. Maybe now all of us who are affected by this passing will take life less for granted and be sure we live it in such a way that there are no regrets. I am so thankful that I have no regrets with Mike. I said everything I had wanted to say, I did everything I wanted to do and I was as good a friend to him as I could possibly be. No regrets.
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He looked old. Like creases around his eyes really stood out. Standing right up next to him, though, seeing those eyelashes of his, it just seemed like he could take a breath, stretch out and get right up. He was cold. I touched his arm once but it was freezing, so I could only bear to touch his hair. I joked that that was something he would never let me do when he was alive!
He had a guitar in the coffin with him - had Nirvana on it. There was a rosary hanging above him on the coffin and there was a rosary in his hands, which were put together. His face looked bigger than it was when he was alive. When I had seen the body from the coroner's office, I was afraid there wouldn't be anything left, he was barely there. So, I was happy that he didn't look too thin or gaunt.
Some girls that he and Jen had coached brought in a basketball signed by what I assume were team mates. That was very nice.
I was doing alright at the wake until Jared and Wesley walked in together and then I lost it. After I talked to them for awhile, though, it actually made me feel better.
I drove to the cemetery yesterday and today to see where he will be buried. It is very near to his grandparents, so that's nice. It's a nice, small cemetery, so it's not hard to find who you're looking for.
Sandy came right at the end and she is taking this really hard. I mean, not only b/c she's known Mike since he was in pre-school, but also b/c she lost her own daughter six years ago and she says she's sick of going to funerals for "kids". She told Mike's Dad that now they all have a special angel looking over them, that is the job of the young angels God takes.
For those of us, here, life goes on. Phil's birthday is tomorrow, I sent him an e-card. Didn't get a chance to send out his paper card. Ronan im'd me and sent his regrets and I'll be back to work by the end of the week. Maybe now all of us who are affected by this passing will take life less for granted and be sure we live it in such a way that there are no regrets. I am so thankful that I have no regrets with Mike. I said everything I had wanted to say, I did everything I wanted to do and I was as good a friend to him as I could possibly be. No regrets.
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Friday, March 16, 2007
Funeral Arrangements
Funeral arrangments have been made for Mike Watson.
Solan-Pruzin Funeral Home
7109 Calumet Avenue
Hammond, IN
(219) 931-5762
Wake - Monday, March 19th 4:00 - 7:00 p.m.
Funeral - Tuesday, March 20th, 10:30 a.m.
Burial to follow at St. Nicholas Cemetery, Hammond
Obituary will run in the Hammond Times (www.nwitimes.com) on Saturday and Sunday.
Donations can be made to the Mike Watson Memorial Fund at any Harris Bank branch location or mailed to:
1433 173rd St.Hammond, IN 46324
Thank you.
Solan-Pruzin Funeral Home
7109 Calumet Avenue
Hammond, IN
(219) 931-5762
Wake - Monday, March 19th 4:00 - 7:00 p.m.
Funeral - Tuesday, March 20th, 10:30 a.m.
Burial to follow at St. Nicholas Cemetery, Hammond
Obituary will run in the Hammond Times (www.nwitimes.com) on Saturday and Sunday.
Donations can be made to the Mike Watson Memorial Fund at any Harris Bank branch location or mailed to:
1433 173rd St.Hammond, IN 46324
Thank you.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
The Funeral
So, the family and I went to the funeral home and finalized the arrangements. The wake will be on Monday evening, about 4-7 and the funeral will be on Tuesday morning. March 20th at 10:30 a.m. at the Solan-Pruzin Funeral Home, 7109 Calumet Avenue, Hammond. The obituary will run in Saturday and Sunday's Hammond Times. He will be buried in St. Nicholas Cemetery.
I followed the body from the coroner to the funeral home and got to see him, which was so important to me. Anyhow, I'm drained, it's been a long day. I spent part of the time at the funeral home sitting in front of the toilet just ugh...
So, good news though, b/c having the body at the morgue was absolutely breaking our hearts. Oh yeah, and an account has been set up for donations to the Mike Watson Memorial Fund at Harris Bank. Donations can be made at any branch.
http://www.myspace.com/nitrox2dive
www.geocities.com/sabrinigreen/mike
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=18428468
Please feel free to add photos to the Find a Grave memorial. I just added the one I have in one of my online albums.
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I followed the body from the coroner to the funeral home and got to see him, which was so important to me. Anyhow, I'm drained, it's been a long day. I spent part of the time at the funeral home sitting in front of the toilet just ugh...
So, good news though, b/c having the body at the morgue was absolutely breaking our hearts. Oh yeah, and an account has been set up for donations to the Mike Watson Memorial Fund at Harris Bank. Donations can be made at any branch.
http://www.myspace.com/nitrox2dive
www.geocities.com/sabrinigreen/mike
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=18428468
Please feel free to add photos to the Find a Grave memorial. I just added the one I have in one of my online albums.
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Wednesday, March 14, 2007
The funeral home has agreed to let us bury Michael and make payments. We are going tomorrow at noon to make the arrangements and the parents will sign a release to move the body from the coroner's to the funeral home. It is likely that there will be a service the day after tomorrow.
Today I went to Mike's apartment w/his brother and sister in law. Of course, I broke down and leaned against the kitchen counter to stop me from falling to my knees. I got it out early, though, and we worked a bit on packing up his stuff. Going back tomorrow.
I got a framed cross with the Lord's Prayer that I had bought for him as a gift. It was hanging on his wall. The sister in law found a picture of me and Mike and gave it to me. His brother had to tell her it was me, though, b/c she didn't recognize me from the photo! I'm so glad she found it.
Mike was always so cute! He is the love of my life and I'm so happy that we were able to reconnect after all those years to have these last two and half years in each other's lives. I have never, ever, found a man I loved more than him or that I felt was more handsome than him. He was perfect to me and I'm so crushed that he's gone. He was my best friend and the one who knew me all thru my life and knew me better than I knew myself. He knew my thoughts before I could think them and he would set me straight when I would get down. I will miss him more than I can imagine.
Today I went to Mike's apartment w/his brother and sister in law. Of course, I broke down and leaned against the kitchen counter to stop me from falling to my knees. I got it out early, though, and we worked a bit on packing up his stuff. Going back tomorrow.
I got a framed cross with the Lord's Prayer that I had bought for him as a gift. It was hanging on his wall. The sister in law found a picture of me and Mike and gave it to me. His brother had to tell her it was me, though, b/c she didn't recognize me from the photo! I'm so glad she found it.
Mike was always so cute! He is the love of my life and I'm so happy that we were able to reconnect after all those years to have these last two and half years in each other's lives. I have never, ever, found a man I loved more than him or that I felt was more handsome than him. He was perfect to me and I'm so crushed that he's gone. He was my best friend and the one who knew me all thru my life and knew me better than I knew myself. He knew my thoughts before I could think them and he would set me straight when I would get down. I will miss him more than I can imagine.
Mike is gone
Mike is gone
Mike died Sunday. I can't breathe but I can't sleep either. I just left his mom's side. I'm going to help clean out his apartment tomorrow.
He died of a blood clot in his lung. The coroner told me that this afternoon and confirmed with his Dad this evening. He died of natural causes.
There's no money for a funeral so we're trying to raise it. In the meantime, he is in the morgue and the coroner won't let me see him b/c it is a "biohazard". How can this beautiful man's body be in a room considered in such a way? And man, was he beautiful. God, I loved him so much. I'm so thankful he was in my life and I'm so grateful that he and I were able to get back in touch after all those years.
He is and always will be the love of my life and that will never change.
I love you, Mike, and I miss you so much!!!
If you would like to donate, please email me at sabrina.uk at gmail.com Thank you.
http://www.geocities.com/sabrinigreen/mike
Mike died Sunday. I can't breathe but I can't sleep either. I just left his mom's side. I'm going to help clean out his apartment tomorrow.
He died of a blood clot in his lung. The coroner told me that this afternoon and confirmed with his Dad this evening. He died of natural causes.
There's no money for a funeral so we're trying to raise it. In the meantime, he is in the morgue and the coroner won't let me see him b/c it is a "biohazard". How can this beautiful man's body be in a room considered in such a way? And man, was he beautiful. God, I loved him so much. I'm so thankful he was in my life and I'm so grateful that he and I were able to get back in touch after all those years.
He is and always will be the love of my life and that will never change.
I love you, Mike, and I miss you so much!!!
If you would like to donate, please email me at sabrina.uk at gmail.com Thank you.
http://www.geocities.com/sabrinigreen/mike
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Mike is gone
Mike died Sunday. I can't breathe but I can't sleep either. I just left his mom's side. I'm going to help clean out his apartment tomorrow.
He died of a blood clot in his lung. The coroner told me that this afternoon and confirmed with his Dad this evening. He died of natural causes.
There's no money for a funeral so we're trying to raise it. In the meantime, he is in the morgue and the coroner won't let me see him b/c it is a "biohazard". How can this beautiful man's body be in a room considered in such a way? And man, was he beautiful. God, I loved him so much. I'm so thankful he was in my life and I'm so grateful that he and I were able to get back in touch after all those years.
Pasted in from myspace blog on 11/10/13
He died of a blood clot in his lung. The coroner told me that this afternoon and confirmed with his Dad this evening. He died of natural causes.
There's no money for a funeral so we're trying to raise it. In the meantime, he is in the morgue and the coroner won't let me see him b/c it is a "biohazard". How can this beautiful man's body be in a room considered in such a way? And man, was he beautiful. God, I loved him so much. I'm so thankful he was in my life and I'm so grateful that he and I were able to get back in touch after all those years.
Pasted in from myspace blog on 11/10/13
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Another Blind Interview
Going on job interviews lately has reminded me of going on blind dates. Bad ones. Had another one today; interview, I mean. It went well, but I'm not holding my breath. Just like dating, I am sick of being in temporary situations. I want something real, something permanent. I've been living in this new city for nearly a year now, which is really the longest time I've spent anywhere in a very long time. I started hanging pictures on the walls, with real nails and hooks - which are more permanent than the double sided tape or blue tack I had used before. I'm ready for the real thing. A real job, a real home, a real love, a real family.
I've been feeling like I want to start a family of my own. I've been going to the dr. regularly, monitoring everything and I'm ready to get my body in a place where I can healthily bring a baby into the world. I had been thinking of fostering and adopting, but just recently, I've been feeling like I want to also have a child of my own.
I suppose that doesn't make me any different from most women my age, but it is different for me. I've been craving change for so long, that permanence is a whole new concept.
I've been feeling like I want to start a family of my own. I've been going to the dr. regularly, monitoring everything and I'm ready to get my body in a place where I can healthily bring a baby into the world. I had been thinking of fostering and adopting, but just recently, I've been feeling like I want to also have a child of my own.
I suppose that doesn't make me any different from most women my age, but it is different for me. I've been craving change for so long, that permanence is a whole new concept.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
The eww factor
I am absolutely done with men. Holy moly, this is for real. I was just talking with a fellow ex of a mutual ex boyfriend and the things I found out were horrendous. Now I have to go get tested for STDs (I never have unprotected sex, but you can never be sure) and I just feel absolutely sick about the whole thing. You know, this was due to happen b/c I just got done telling my one of my friends about a guy I was kind of liking and ready to go put myself out there again then WHAM!!!
Seriously, when you find out that your ex sleeps with men, without protection, among many other things, it just kind of stings. Or that he kept your name in a notebook along with his other conquests noting what you liked sexually and when you did it.
I think I might just go throw up now.
Seriously, when you find out that your ex sleeps with men, without protection, among many other things, it just kind of stings. Or that he kept your name in a notebook along with his other conquests noting what you liked sexually and when you did it.
I think I might just go throw up now.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Monday, December 25, 2006
Reflections
Merry Christmas! Ho, ho, ho and all that jazz. Today has been a nice day, both weather and other wise. My poor brother has to work today at the casino. I have an interview tomorrow up here near my parents' house. I don't know if my suit will fit after all the eating we did last night and today. Now everyone is sleepy.
The photo is of the house I moved into earlier this year. It's nice and pretty, though I only live in the top part.
I finally got around to scanning some things I've been meaning to scan, so here are so pages from my scrapbook from London 2001, when I lived there for six months on the BUNAC work program.
Here are some of our house in London:
And of course, there are the sites, like Big Ben
and Trafalgar Square 
All good fun! Nice to have the time to sit down and reflect, hope you all have had that sort of time this Christmas. Merry Christmas!
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