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I’m really sad about this and have no one to talk to so I’m going to tell the story here.
When I was in junior high, at the school my mother taught at and all my sisters attended (I went to a different high school), there was a pair of teachers who taught a couple doors apart down a side hallway. Mr. V taught 7th grade social studies, and his wife Mrs. V taught 8th grade English.
Both were characters; he had actual interactive comedy routines he did every year with new groups of students. She pretended to be stern and humorless but in reality had a wicked sense of humor and cared deeply about her students.
I had both as teachers, as did all of my sisters.
Both retired; Mr. V had a heart condition, but it didn’t slow him down much. He hosted and tended bar at a busy brewpub in a nearby city; he also took to social media like a natural and has been very involved in former students’ lives via facebook– including mine. They traveled extensively. They are around my parents’ age.
While traveling a couple of days ago, Mr. V had another heart attack. He survived, but in recovery he suddenly collapsed and died.
Mrs. V was so distraught she went into seizures and had to be put into a medically-induced coma.
He was her healthcare proxy; she doesn’t have another. They had no children. She was his executor. They were far from home. No arrangements have been made and nobody knows what to do and her prognosis is not good.
I am just, I’m sad, and I don’t have anyone to talk to about being sad, and phooey.
Also Dave’s uncle just passed away, and it was expected, he was old and sick, and I’m the one with the most recent good photo of him but I can’t find it and I want to go home and look, and snuggle my cat and curl up and not be talked over and just– feel better.
The world is sad and I am bad at it and I am sad and I want things to be okay.
Thank you for listening and sorry there’s no read more, I can’t do that on mobile.
I’m really sad about this and have no one to talk to so I’m going to tell the story here.
When I was in junior high, at the school my mother taught at and all my sisters attended (I went to a different high school), there was a pair of teachers who taught a couple doors apart down a side hallway. Mr. V taught 7th grade social studies, and his wife Mrs. V taught 8th grade English.
Both were characters; he had actual interactive comedy routines he did every year with new groups of students. She pretended to be stern and humorless but in reality had a wicked sense of humor and cared deeply about her students.
I had both as teachers, as did all of my sisters.
Both retired; Mr. V had a heart condition, but it didn’t slow him down much. He hosted and tended bar at a busy brewpub in a nearby city; he also took to social media like a natural and has been very involved in former students’ lives via facebook– including mine. They traveled extensively. They are around my parents’ age.
While traveling a couple of days ago, Mr. V had another heart attack. He survived, but in recovery he suddenly collapsed and died.
Mrs. V was so distraught she went into seizures and had to be put into a medically-induced coma.
He was her healthcare proxy; she doesn’t have another. They had no children. She was his executor. They were far from home. No arrangements have been made and nobody knows what to do and her prognosis is not good.
I am just, I’m sad, and I don’t have anyone to talk to about being sad, and phooey.
Also Dave’s uncle just passed away, and it was expected, he was old and sick, and I’m the one with the most recent good photo of him but I can’t find it and I want to go home and look, and snuggle my cat and curl up and not be talked over and just– feel better.
The world is sad and I am bad at it and I am sad and I want things to be okay.
Thank you for listening and sorry there’s no read more, I can’t do that on mobile.
