Well this week is off to a fucking wonderful start.
On Monday morning, my wife calls, her dad died on Sunday. He had Parkinson’s and we knew it was only a matter of time. Frankly, it’s better all around that he went. the Parkinson’s had robbed him of the things that made him the man that I knew. At least my wife had a couple of weeks with him to say goodbye. So last night, I made plane reservations, and rental car arrangements to go to Oregon for the funeral.
This morning the merde really hit the electric ventilator. I got a call from the guy I taught with at Volvo for 13 years. Before that he was my teacher. He has been my teacher, my mentor, my friend, my doppelganger (or I was his), my partner, my confidant. He is in the hospital. Lung cancer. Great just fucking great.
When people first meet my partner, they tend to think his picture is in the dictionary under both irascible, and cantankerous. However after a while, they come to realize that he is right about 99% of the time of the things that he seems to cantankerous about. He left Volvo a couple of years ago, and got a job at a local dealer. Shortly thereafter I had one of his technicians in my class. The employee said that my buddy wasn’t going to last long in the job. I told him that if it was a contest of my buddy against the world, I had $5 on my buddy. That was over 2 years ago. Do I need to mention that the technician no longer works at that dealer?
So in the battle of my buddy against cancer, I still got $5 on my buddy, and I might even up it to $10. Secretly inside I am afraid that this time, my buddy may have picked an opponent that he can’t beat.
If anybody needs me, I will be under my desk sucking my thumb. I am not looking forward to what tomorrow brings.
If ever there was a post that needs my sig, this is it.