First off, I feel like holy hammered shit. Spent my last hour of work puking what felt like engine grease.
Second, a very good man died today. My cousin of some sort, Robert Herbon passed on this afternoon.
Bob, an Ordained Lutheran minister, was one of my faves among the cousins. He was also one of the few who didn't become a Teutonic asshat after consuming mass quantities of beer. He married Mary V., another of the Brunhilde's in my mother's generation of my family. Mom also pointed out that in the last year, she's lost 2 cousins and her brother. what she left unsaid was the idea that she's got a target on her back for the scythe to swipe. And I can offer her no comfort there, since the way Lois is going (along with her Christian Science faith), the way Dan's going, Mom's probably going to be the last of her generation pretty soon. I know Lisa doesn't mean to do it, but she's not helping with her vulture-like prescence around Mom on occasion.
And the worst part is I will probably go through this as well. Being the youngest in my generation on both sides of the family (and having lost Lois Gamble, I'm already down a cousin. My half-sister Pat died a couple decades ago.), I'll probably get to watch as my cousins and brother, half-brothers and and half-sister die as well. Not to mention Mom, whenever that happens. (I'm praying for a long lifetime on that last one, but the woman is 71 and starting to get a few age related problems.)
I've said before, I was born into an old family. The next generation after me started on Dad's side before I was born, and I think Becca and Ria are 2 and 3 years younger than me. Most of my generation is married off and having children of their own. So I have a feeling most of the family gatherings will be funeral in nature over the next few years.
In the meantime, I guess Bob promised to make the Detroit Tigers get out of their slump once he got to Heaven.