How awful. My thoughts are with you today.
Sticky, I am so very sorry. My thoughts are with you.
Back here at the salt mines.
(((((Sticky)))))
(((((Sticky)))))
And thus ends another studio session… I think I have enough pieces to run a kilnload. I’m going to decorate them all and do a single firing so I can get them done and to the store faster. So the next few days, I’ll be applying glaze and setting the pieces to dry - probably in the garage because it’s pretty hot out there.
But I’m done for today.
I heard what sounded like a door slamming when I was in the basement, but when I came upstairs, everything was locked and both cats were chilling in the living room, acting all innocent. If there had been an intruder, Ziva would have been under the bed protecting whatever we have stored under there. So I have no idea what I was hearing. Maybe I’m losing my mind??
(((((Sticky)))))
Hi guys.
I still keep wondering if this is real. But as his sister-in-law just called me with information about the morgue and cremation, I suppose that it is. My boyfriend Dave was the most loving, kind-hearted man that I have ever met. As you all know we had gone on vacation over the weekend. While we were away he had been a bit under the weather with his usual concerns such as his allergies and general aches and pains but it was nothing that concerned me more than usual. We had a nice trip. He had always wanted to go to Gettysburg because he was interested in the Civil War so he was pretty excited and really enjoyed the tour that we took and the museums that we went to. I was pretty excited because I got to spend four days with him all in a row as normally our hectic schedule made it difficult to spend too much time together.
We came home Sunday evening and had to go to his brother’s house to pick up his van. We actually ended up hanging out there with his brother’s family for several hours because Dave wanted to tell them all about our trip. He would always ask me to text him when I got home because we lived quite a distance apart and he would worry about me. So, I texted him about 1 a.m. and all was well. Later in the day yesterday, around 5 p.m. he sent me a text asking me how my field trip during class had been. I said it was fine and that I hoped that he was feeling better. He said he still had a little cough but that he was feeling a little bit better. I’m not sure why but his son called him at around 6 and they talked and Dave was fine. By 9:30, though, when he was supposed to pick up his son to head to work (they worked at the same place) Dave wasn’t answering. Now since Dave was a bigger guy his son and I always communicated and worried about him and his health in general and we would always let the other know when we had spoken to him last and would help each other keep an eye on him. Well, his son sent me a text at around 10:05 asking if his dad was ok. It’s odd, because we had had this sort of conversation previously several times and I’d never felt compelled to hit the road and head to his house, but I guess somehow I knew that something was different this time and I took off immediately. By the time the closest person (location-wise) to him found him at around 10:30 he had already passed. His good friends who live down the street, his roommate, his son and his son’s mom and his step-dad, his brother and sister-in-law, and my dad and I all stayed for the duration of the evening until they came to take his body away.
When they finally let me in to see him he looked peaceful. And I’d like to hope, in fact, that he died peacefully and as a happy man knowing that he was well loved by the many of us whose lives he had touched. He truly made the world a better place just by being in it. I don’t even know how to go on.
We are currently planning a memorial service in a local park for my sweet love, just as he would have wanted. He was a good, kind, and loving man and the love of my life and my life is so much richer for having known him. He will forever be in my heart.
I’m so sorry. He sounds like a fine man. 
{{{StickyBuns}}}} what a loving and beautiful tribute!
Home from irk and made myself a couple of BLTs for dindin. What? If it was good last night why not do in again tonight I say. I have a poke roast in the slow cooker for dindin tomorrow. Now I just need to figure out some vegetative matter to serve.
That’s all I got for now.
Laterz!
{{{Sticky}}} - he sounds like he was a really great guy. How sad…
I went out to fill my car and get something for supper - mac-n-cheese. meh. But it’s quick and easy, so there’s that.
**FCD **just emailed me - he’ll be home tomorrow afternoon - yay!
That’s all I’ve got - it’s pretty boring here today.
Hmmmmm… mac 'n cheese and green beans would be good sides with poke roast. Thanks MOOOOOOM! 
I could make some cornbread muffins too. YUM!
That was beautiful, Sticky, and thank you for thinking of us and sharing. This has to be quite the shock; just remember we are here for you. You can tell us all about him, if you want, or just cry on our shoulders; we’re here. I’m just so sorry.
I was takin’ the trash can down to the road and there was a big ol’ flash of lightnin’ and a loud thunderclap. It skeered me! I may need a martini. For medicinal purposes, of course. Just to calm my nerves.
Hell, I’m scared just reading about it.
From the new Casino Royale, where Bonds orders a martini:
“Shaken or stirred?”
“Do I look like I give a damn?”
A martini is shaken. Hence the reason a martini is made in a shaker. I feel better now. The medicinal martini calmed my nerves.
Scones, my heart goes out to you. I am so sorry for your loss. You are in my thoughts.
So sorry Sticky.
Back to irk today. My poor aching back is slowly improving. Constant pain is no fun at all.
Sticks, thank you for sharing. He sounded like a good guy.
Oh, Sticky, I’m so sorry. Thanks for telling us about him.
Hugs.
GT
Sorry Sticky. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. You don’t owe us random internet people a thing but we all feel for you and we are here for you for whatever we can do.