Bitter Suite
Jan. 17th, 2011 07:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Three years ago, I was in Tucson - I think it was a Thursday; various parties were being organised to local restaurants for the early arrivers at Fiesta de los Osos. It must have been about 6pm - I had gone back to my hotel room for whatever reason and I checked my computer and found a message from
madamemish to contact her as soon as possible. The transatlantic phone call that followed started something like this:-
"Mish?"
"He's gone." (sob)
"What? Who...?"
"Russ. He's dead." There was a pause. Then I howled.
The circumstances have been documented elsewhere, but at that moment in time I felt disconnected; hit by the full force of the distance between here and there. There was only one thing I could do under that circumstance; I rang my father. I needed the familiar.
I must have been in my room quite a while; when I re-emerged, I remember the first person to see me was
shelbycub . I'm not sure whether I just hugged him or blurted out what had happened.
Fast forward three years; it still hurts. Which is good in it's own way. Have asked Steve to take me to the grave the weekend after next. I'll be a mess, but I think I need to be a mess.
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"Mish?"
"He's gone." (sob)
"What? Who...?"
"Russ. He's dead." There was a pause. Then I howled.
The circumstances have been documented elsewhere, but at that moment in time I felt disconnected; hit by the full force of the distance between here and there. There was only one thing I could do under that circumstance; I rang my father. I needed the familiar.
I must have been in my room quite a while; when I re-emerged, I remember the first person to see me was
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Fast forward three years; it still hurts. Which is good in it's own way. Have asked Steve to take me to the grave the weekend after next. I'll be a mess, but I think I need to be a mess.
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Date: 2011-01-17 08:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-17 09:07 pm (UTC)It still hurts here too.
I'd entertained fantasies of managing to coax him to the Badger Flat motorcycle run some year - that would almost certainly have been truly massive fun. *sigh*
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Date: 2011-01-17 10:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-17 11:48 pm (UTC)Hugs
Date: 2011-01-18 12:04 am (UTC)Huge Hugs!
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Date: 2011-01-18 12:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-18 01:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-18 02:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-18 04:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-18 08:20 am (UTC)If you feel like it, take some pix. I never saw his grave. I hope it has lots of furry teddy bears surrounding it.
*HUGS*