Ashes And All That

Bryan, Jeff, and other random couch guy were all still sleeping when I woke up, which likely says something else they all have in common. I got a message from Tim during the day - his dad had a stroke and was in a coma. He also still needs a check for $179, but should be the last one he needs, for really reals this time.

Austin, the 21 y/o with the kind eyes from Saturday night, had started messaging me on Tuesday, and messaged me again today. I begged off, just given how exhausted I was.

Hit the gym after work, and given everything he's going through, let Tim and Pupple come over. He talked about his dad. He finally left a little after 10, and then called back 10 min later. His dad died. I sat in his car with Pupple while he talked more, but thank god he didn't try to hug me. The only kind of awkward part was when he said I knew what he was going through, since I went through it with my own dad. Not really? My dad lived a good life. He was a homeowner, held on long enough to get my mum some extra benefits, and got to see me become a lawyer, albeit not an employed one. The closest I've come to really grieving someone was Mousey, and that was largely influenced by guilt.