One Last Good-bye

as i mentioned in my last post I've been really busy, and these last two months have been the hardest.

I've written a couple posts on here about my grandma on here, I'm sure some of you even remember her tricking me into going to church (bleck.)

i honestly don't know how to start this, so I'll just vent and see where it goes...

my grandma was always a bit of a hypochondriac, as most old people are, and it wasn't the first time she had been in the hospital. but this time was different, there wasn't any "woe is me" nonsense, this was it.

it's amazing how quickly something so huge can happen. i remember my grandma calling me to pick up her new prescription on a Thursday, she was in the hospital on Monday, and the hospice nurse was scheduled to come out the following Wednesday.

she lived long enough for the family to gather around her and say their goodbyes. i stayed until midnight with her, she passed shortly after i left that night.

My grandma passed away on October Fifth, and since then I've been putting my Unemployed time to good use setting her affairs in order. as with many of the "children of the depression" she was a pack rat and every week has been us working in shifts attempting to sort through her "treasures."

we loaded nine dumpsters and three U-Haul trucks full of old plants, pots, broken furniture. we've dug up plants that had rooted their way through the black plastic containers they were in. all to make enough room in her house to hold the funeral there.

a week after the funeral those closest to her, (my mom, dad, brother, and I) took off the the Mojave Dry Lake bed to spread her ashes. Of course, in a truly perfect fashion, when my mom spread my grandmother's ashes she totally Big Lebowski'ed it...


that's right, we intended to leave grandma in the desert, but she followed us home, in our shoes and shirts... (moral of the story, check the wind before you open the can.)



Good-bye grandma, we love and miss you... even through you were crazy. hehehe


this picture was taken at her last birthday, she always said it was her favorite birthday ever. (that's me in the bowling in the back ground.)



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I Live

Things have been rough, i'm not going to lie to you.

last i posted i was laid off.
it's been nearly six months, and that hasn't changed much.

i've survived the last few months on a constuction gig. i worked long hours in 115 degree weather all to feed the debt that had consumed me. unemployeed, i continued on, i worked till my hands ached and my flesh was burned.

as that run spiraled to an end i picked up another gig working in San Diego (an hour away) clearing out a building for a company that went out of business. we picked the bones of the failed company. the doors were covered with eviction notices and desks were left with half cups of coffee. for three months time stopped in the building and locking in all the property and the stench of failure. we stripped everything that wasn't nailed down, then we pulled up the nails. by the end of it all the place was stripped bare, and so was the job.

now i sit here, returning to the blog i left behind back in May in the same state i was in. full circle.

i will update with more of what has happened soon, but for those still out there, i'm still here. (and yes, i've been lurking on your blogs.)





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