"Paul Lamar Wiggins passed away at approximately 9:30pm, December 7, 2010 at 88 years, 1 month and 28 days. May God rest his soul."
I got the preceding from my father in a text around 10:15 tonight. I'm not gonna say much about it, since the text kinda speaks for itself and I feel like I've already said all I can about it up to this point. I'm not really sure what comes next as far as the emotional process is concerned. This is my third family member now, and it never seems to get any easier over time.
That's pretty much all I've got right now. I think the only thing I feel like I can do at this point is say that I'm going to go ahead and stick to my guns with what I set out to do, which is make a trip to Dallas and be a part of my family. I'm gonna take a shower and go to H-E-B and buy some Sweet Leaf Mint & Honey and play a little bit of WoW tonight and then get up in the morning and head north. I'm not even gonna entertain the idea of getting drunk or downloading porn or engaging in any of the other overt acts of self-medication that I'm historically famous for. The only difference between what my plan is now and what my plan was at 2 o'clock this afternoon is that I'm gonna stay through Monday morning instead of Friday and be a pall bearer at some point while I'm there.
The funeral probably won't be until Saturday, so I'll be dealing with all of that leading up to and through it. I know I said I'd do the dinosaur post this week, but I feel like I get a bye on this one. I might 'blog at some (or a few) point(s) throughout the remainder of the week, but I also might not and, frankly, I'm leaning pretty heavily toward "might not" right now. Thanks in advance for understanding. See you when I see you.
The bad thing about aging is we witness and bear a lot of sadness and grief. But without it we would not so readily celebrate the sweetness of birth and happiness. I am so honored to be able to read your thoughts as you go through this journey of growth.
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