Speaking of Monday... As I mentioned before, my uncle Denis died a week and a half ago. His viewing was Sunday and the funeral was Monday. Wow, talk about emotional. This is the first person in my parents generation to die. I have my parents and then three aunts and three uncles, well now two uncles. He was 65 and 11 months old. It is just so close to home.
|My first time being a pall bearer, but probably not the last.|
Work was good. I wasn't in the office Monday, and my generous coworkers signed a card expressing their sympathies. I know it was not a big deal for them to sign their names, but it means a lot to me. Men are often bad at expressing sympathy, and a card is a nice little way to say without words, 'I get it.'
Tuesday I was scheduled to fly down to Tulsa and drive to Kansas, but my original flight had a mechanical so they rebooked me on a different flight. Then that flight was delayed getting out of Chicago, so we waited again. Then that flight had a mechanical, actually a low hydraulic accumulator, so we deplaned, and I decided to drive to Kansas. I only had about four hours of sleep Tuesday night, before waking up before dawn to finish the drive. My meetings went well, very well. Then I flew back to Moline Wednesday night uneventfully.
Finally a little more excitement for the week, I went to an indoor track meet at UD Friday night and watched a couple people I know set personal records, and even a school record. On Saturday I went to Deadpool and then grilled at a friend's house before playing a board game for two hours. When I list all of the stuff off, it amounts to a pretty packed week.
My hope for the near future is no more deaths in the family for a bit.