I’m going to be completely selfish in this post. What’s new, right?
I am far too young to have lost so many classmates to early death. Sure, I’m almost 50, (well, turning 47 this year, so closer to 50 than 40) and that’s a lot more time than a lot of people get. Hell, it might be more time than most people get. I haven’t looked it up.
At this point, I went to school with people who died and left behind young kids. Cancer, brain tumors, AIDS, accidents, and a bunch of suicides. Come to think of it, I think I know of more suicide deaths from my peer group than accidents or violent crimes.
Feeling the death of another classmate today.
He was a good guy, never a dick to anyone online–which is a major achievement in my world, since most of the people I know online are the occasional penis-for-brains.
Jim left behind friends and family who are devastated by the loss. I can’t even imagine it.
As many of you know, my greatest fear is H dying. When something really frightens me, I sit down and try to think up all the worst case scenarios and figure out what I’d do if they happened. I’ve figured out zombies, alien invasion, fire, plague, nuclear war, my mom showing up here, and a militia takeover of the state. Damn glad I know people in the militia now.
But when I try to think through what I’d to if H died, all I can see is me sitting in my good chair, staring into space and waiting for someone to notice that they haven’t seen me around in a while. Then I’d die. That’s not supposed to get your attention or make you feel bad for me. It’s rather a crushing defeat to know that after 17+ years with H, that I literally have no idea how I’d manage to live and function without him. Hilariously, most of the people I know have ONLY known me with H. Aside from family and a few classmates I talk to on FB, “Wednes and H” are the only way we exist for them.
So yeah, I have no idea how people pick themselves up and get over it. I’d probably just send messages to Patton Oswalt every day until his agent’s assistant’s social media manager told me to stop.
As for the rest of life, working on Hellish Calling and dealing with the Radish site not working well, or maybe me not knowing how to work it. Either way, it’s slow going.