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trickykitty) wrote2020-04-05 08:38 am
trickykitty) wrote2020-04-05 08:38 am
There Are Flies On The Windshield
You know it's bad when the call is coming at 3am.
My schizophrenic uncle died last night.
He's the same one that I posted about, what ... a year ago maybe ... as being on his death bed.
Mom wants me to go with her to finalize the arrangements that luckily my grandmother set up for him before she passed away. They have a double plot where one casket is buried deeper and a second casket buried on top. My grandfather and another uncle are buried the same way in a nearby plot. She's trying to see if her brother (yes, in case you're keeping count, poor woman grew up with 3 brothers, 2 of which are now dead) wants to go with her instead, although I'll probably suggest I go. I just stopped by their place yesterday to pick up some mail and have already had within-3ft contact with my parents recently, rather than having my mom and uncle also within range of each other. I know how the six degrees of separation works, which is the entire point of the social distancing.
I hope this is the only death I have to face until at least the fall.
EDIT: I went back and looked, and it's been two years. He had been in and out of the hospital with various forms of pneumonia and levels of this side of death for just over two years. They will not be doing an autopsy due to all of his previous complications and him not having any symptoms of anything (still talking and watching TV, no complaints, etc.). Without any symptoms of COVID-19, they are not even testing for that. For all we know, it was a heart attack or brain aneurysm and had nothing to do with his previous issues. We've been on and off pins and needles for two years, and as a family we're not that morbidly curious. (Okay, yeah, pun was totally necessary that time.)
Also, my cousin is actually friends with the funeral director, so she's already talking with them by phone for the arrangements.
My schizophrenic uncle died last night.
He's the same one that I posted about, what ... a year ago maybe ... as being on his death bed.
Mom wants me to go with her to finalize the arrangements that luckily my grandmother set up for him before she passed away. They have a double plot where one casket is buried deeper and a second casket buried on top. My grandfather and another uncle are buried the same way in a nearby plot. She's trying to see if her brother (yes, in case you're keeping count, poor woman grew up with 3 brothers, 2 of which are now dead) wants to go with her instead, although I'll probably suggest I go. I just stopped by their place yesterday to pick up some mail and have already had within-3ft contact with my parents recently, rather than having my mom and uncle also within range of each other. I know how the six degrees of separation works, which is the entire point of the social distancing.
I hope this is the only death I have to face until at least the fall.
EDIT: I went back and looked, and it's been two years. He had been in and out of the hospital with various forms of pneumonia and levels of this side of death for just over two years. They will not be doing an autopsy due to all of his previous complications and him not having any symptoms of anything (still talking and watching TV, no complaints, etc.). Without any symptoms of COVID-19, they are not even testing for that. For all we know, it was a heart attack or brain aneurysm and had nothing to do with his previous issues. We've been on and off pins and needles for two years, and as a family we're not that morbidly curious. (Okay, yeah, pun was totally necessary that time.)
Also, my cousin is actually friends with the funeral director, so she's already talking with them by phone for the arrangements.