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Post by beccaelizabeth on Aug 24, 2012 22:26:36 GMT -5
Fun report has to end in unspeakable tragedy. Received word tonight that Bob's baby grandson Robbie was found dead in his crib this afternoon. No details available. I can't think that any would be needed. Thanks to my daughter's frequent flyer miles we are heading home first thing in the morning. Dropping off car in Atlanta at noon. Flying out for Houston around 5. Beth's picking us up at the airport. No words... Vibes desperately needed for a broken and grieving family.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Aug 24, 2012 22:46:18 GMT -5
Fun report has to end in unspeakable tragedy. Received word tonight that Bob's baby grandson Robbie was found dead in his crib this afternoon. No details available. I can't think that any would be needed. Thanks to my daughter's frequent flyer miles we are heading home first thing in the morning. Dropping off car in Atlanta at noon. Flying out for Houston around 5. Beth's picking us up at the airport. No words... Vibes desperately needed for a broken and grieving family. Diane, I am so sorry. You and Bob and his family are all in my thoughts.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Aug 25, 2012 11:43:26 GMT -5
Fun report has to end in unspeakable tragedy. Received word tonight that Bob's baby grandson Robbie was found dead in his crib this afternoon. No details available. I can't think that any would be needed. Thanks to my daughter's frequent flyer miles we are heading home first thing in the morning. Dropping off car in Atlanta at noon. Flying out for Houston around 5. Beth's picking us up at the airport. No words... Vibes desperately needed for a broken and grieving family. No words. Such sorrow. Julia,
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Post by SpringSummers on Aug 25, 2012 16:00:28 GMT -5
Fun report has to end in unspeakable tragedy. Received word tonight that Bob's baby grandson Robbie was found dead in his crib this afternoon. No details available. I can't think that any would be needed. Thanks to my daughter's frequent flyer miles we are heading home first thing in the morning. Dropping off car in Atlanta at noon. Flying out for Houston around 5. Beth's picking us up at the airport. No words... Vibes desperately needed for a broken and grieving family. A terrible tragedy - all my sympathies to you, Bob, Robbie's parents, and all his loved ones. Vibes coming your way.
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Post by Sara on Aug 25, 2012 20:07:20 GMT -5
Diane: so very sorry for your extended family's terrible loss. My thoughts will be with all of you.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Aug 25, 2012 23:11:26 GMT -5
Thanks everyone. The trip home was a nightmare. We slept a total of 4 hours between us so were on the road by 7AM. Bob insisted on driving the whole 150 miles so he wouldn't have to think. We arrived 2 hours before we had to check in the car and 7 hours before our flight.
Thank God.
Due to wrong directions we drove around then walked around then drove around some more trying to find where to turn in the rental car. From there was the half mile walk to the plane train to ride the whole distance to the terminal. Then another half mile hike to check our bags. It was $100 in fees to ship everything. By then my back gave out and I had to wheelchair it to the gate--guess where? On the other side of the building.
We decided that we had time to eat. While we were feasting on airport cuisine when Security called us. Bob forgot to declare his gun--and worse the TSA thought it was mine because the intake clerk had put my name on the bag instead of his! That meant I had to go straighten it out.
TSA has a BAAAAAD rep for how they treat miscreants like Bob and I who in our grief, forget vital things. But fortunately, the guy in charge was in a good mood or maybe he just liked us. If it hadn't taken over an hour to find him and another 45 minutes for the police to arrive and sign off the paper work it wouldn't have been so bad an experience, but by now it was nearly 3 and we had to board by 4:30.
And, of course, we had the thrill of going through Security check a second time.
But we're home. We've visited the kids--poor things look like a pair of suppurating wounds--and brought whatever tiny comfort could be possible. I'm home, I'm showering and I'm going to bed.
I am such a bad person. These two good kids lost their dear baby, Bob--who has been the first and only person to bring me joy since Ian died--has lost his little grandson and I am whining to myself over missing Dragoncon to attend the little one's funeral.
I don't like me when I think like that.
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Post by rich on Aug 26, 2012 7:55:51 GMT -5
Fun report has to end in unspeakable tragedy. Received word tonight that Bob's baby grandson Robbie was found dead in his crib this afternoon. No details available. I can't think that any would be needed. Thanks to my daughter's frequent flyer miles we are heading home first thing in the morning. Dropping off car in Atlanta at noon. Flying out for Houston around 5. Beth's picking us up at the airport. No words... Vibes desperately needed for a broken and grieving family.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Aug 26, 2012 8:38:43 GMT -5
Thanks everyone. The trip home was a nightmare. We slept a total of 4 hours between us so were on the road by 7AM. Bob insisted on driving the whole 150 miles so he wouldn't have to think. We arrived 2 hours before we had to check in the car and 7 hours before our flight. Thank God. Due to wrong directions we drove around then walked around then drove around some more trying to find where to turn in the rental car. From there was the half mile walk to the plane train to ride the whole distance to the terminal. Then another half mile hike to check our bags. It was $100 in fees to ship everything. By then my back gave out and I had to wheelchair it to the gate--guess where? On the other side of the building. We decided that we had time to eat. While we were feasting on airport cuisine when Security called us. Bob forgot to declare his gun--and worse the TSA thought it was mine because the intake clerk had put my name on the bag instead of his! That meant I had to go straighten it out. TSA has a BAAAAAD rep for how they treat miscreants like Bob and I who in our grief, forget vital things. But fortunately, the guy in charge was in a good mood or maybe he just liked us. If it hadn't taken over an hour to find him and another 45 minutes for the police to arrive and sign off the paper work it wouldn't have been so bad an experience, but by now it was nearly 3 and we had to board by 4:30. And, of course, we had the thrill of going through Security check a second time. But we're home. We've visited the kids--poor things look like a pair of suppurating wounds--and brought whatever tiny comfort could be possible. I'm home, I'm showering and I'm going to bed. I am such a bad person. These two good kids lost their dear baby, Bob--who has been the first and only person to bring me joy since Ian died--has lost his little grandson and I am whining to myself over missing Dragoncon to attend the little one's funeral. I don't like me when I think like that. No, you are not a bad person. You're just human, and trying to deal with a horrible tragedy as best you can.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Aug 26, 2012 10:52:16 GMT -5
Thanks everyone. The trip home was a nightmare. We slept a total of 4 hours between us so were on the road by 7AM. Bob insisted on driving the whole 150 miles so he wouldn't have to think. We arrived 2 hours before we had to check in the car and 7 hours before our flight. Thank God. Due to wrong directions we drove around then walked around then drove around some more trying to find where to turn in the rental car. From there was the half mile walk to the plane train to ride the whole distance to the terminal. Then another half mile hike to check our bags. It was $100 in fees to ship everything. By then my back gave out and I had to wheelchair it to the gate--guess where? On the other side of the building. We decided that we had time to eat. While we were feasting on airport cuisine when Security called us. Bob forgot to declare his gun--and worse the TSA thought it was mine because the intake clerk had put my name on the bag instead of his! That meant I had to go straighten it out. TSA has a BAAAAAD rep for how they treat miscreants like Bob and I who in our grief, forget vital things. But fortunately, the guy in charge was in a good mood or maybe he just liked us. If it hadn't taken over an hour to find him and another 45 minutes for the police to arrive and sign off the paper work it wouldn't have been so bad an experience, but by now it was nearly 3 and we had to board by 4:30. And, of course, we had the thrill of going through Security check a second time. But we're home. We've visited the kids--poor things look like a pair of suppurating wounds--and brought whatever tiny comfort could be possible. I'm home, I'm showering and I'm going to bed. I am such a bad person. These two good kids lost their dear baby, Bob--who has been the first and only person to bring me joy since Ian died--has lost his little grandson and I am whining to myself over missing Dragoncon to attend the little one's funeral. I don't like me when I think like that. If you'd had your plans spoiled by mere bad luck, bad weather or a bad cold you would have been disappointed and sad, right? And it was part of the other stuff- you as part of your new life, with Bob, past unmitigated grief. It's a lot to lose, all told, and the disappointment is something relatively controllable to focus on. It's part of being human, is all. Julia,
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Aug 26, 2012 19:58:22 GMT -5
everybody within reach
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Aug 26, 2012 19:58:59 GMT -5
s everybody within reach Well, that was interesting. I thought I'd somehow not posted my post, so I did it again, and now there are two. Oh well, the more hugs the better, yes?
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Aug 26, 2012 20:36:05 GMT -5
Fun report has to end in unspeakable tragedy. Received word tonight that Bob's baby grandson Robbie was found dead in his crib this afternoon. No details available. I can't think that any would be needed. Thanks to my daughter's frequent flyer miles we are heading home first thing in the morning. Dropping off car in Atlanta at noon. Flying out for Houston around 5. Beth's picking us up at the airport. No words... Vibes desperately needed for a broken and grieving family. ETA: And what Anne and Julia said.
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Aug 26, 2012 21:38:38 GMT -5
I'm back in Norton, VA. Starting Community Hospital Rotation tomorrow. Audition rotation #1 went great, and the interview was great, too. I would be very happy there, and there are several attendings who would make great mentors. Drive wasn't as pleasant this time; nothing big, just slower going. Feeling tired, bit further driving distance, a little bit of traffic, a little bit of construction, and a little bit of weather.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Aug 27, 2012 7:33:03 GMT -5
I popped Shadow into her crate when I got to the living room just after 5AM. She's mewing piteously and sticking her paws out, but I have hardened my heart and am trying to not listen to her wails. It's the only way I can be sure of having her unfed and captured when it's time to leave at 8AM. I'm a bad cat-mom, why am I being so meeeeaaaan, she says. ETA: Well, that was exciting. Shadow got a claw stuck in the grid on the carrier door, then got herself tied in a knot trying to get it loose. I had to open the crate door to get her unstuck, she took off, I chased her around the living room a bit, finally caught her and put her back in. I think she's worn out. I know I am. I put one of the Husband's smelly work shirts over the crate, hoping that the familiar scent might soothe the savage cat. She's quiet right now, so maybe it's working. Cats. Gah.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Aug 27, 2012 8:51:18 GMT -5
Thanks everyone. The trip home was a nightmare. We slept a total of 4 hours between us so were on the road by 7AM. Bob insisted on driving the whole 150 miles so he wouldn't have to think. We arrived 2 hours before we had to check in the car and 7 hours before our flight. Thank God. Due to wrong directions we drove around then walked around then drove around some more trying to find where to turn in the rental car. From there was the half mile walk to the plane train to ride the whole distance to the terminal. Then another half mile hike to check our bags. It was $100 in fees to ship everything. By then my back gave out and I had to wheelchair it to the gate--guess where? On the other side of the building. We decided that we had time to eat. While we were feasting on airport cuisine when Security called us. Bob forgot to declare his gun--and worse the TSA thought it was mine because the intake clerk had put my name on the bag instead of his! That meant I had to go straighten it out. TSA has a BAAAAAD rep for how they treat miscreants like Bob and I who in our grief, forget vital things. But fortunately, the guy in charge was in a good mood or maybe he just liked us. If it hadn't taken over an hour to find him and another 45 minutes for the police to arrive and sign off the paper work it wouldn't have been so bad an experience, but by now it was nearly 3 and we had to board by 4:30. And, of course, we had the thrill of going through Security check a second time. But we're home. We've visited the kids--poor things look like a pair of suppurating wounds--and brought whatever tiny comfort could be possible. I'm home, I'm showering and I'm going to bed. I am such a bad person. These two good kids lost their dear baby, Bob--who has been the first and only person to bring me joy since Ian died--has lost his little grandson and I am whining to myself over missing Dragoncon to attend the little one's funeral. I don't like me when I think like that. No, you are not a bad person. You're just human, and trying to deal with a horrible tragedy as best you can. It's interesting thing, I suppose. I've been lecturing myself about inappropriately directed emotions. Yesterday I think I put it in the form of a prayer to whatever power is out there, askin in effect that if I have to hurt, could I please do it for the RIGHT reason? For them, please, not for myself--and do you know? It worked. I started to cry but it was for the little, lost child and his devastated family. And it has stayed so. I sent a mental "thank you." Robbie Hiller 10/2011-8/2012
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