Damn, ain't life funny...weird not ha-ha...

When I last blogged on Friday August 19th I was reveling in the beautiful day we were experiencing. Not only was the sun shining but I was going to roasted that evening and was looking forward to a great weekend with my friends at a bridal shower. Funny how in just a few short hours and days your world can change so drastically.

The first bad news I got was from my friend Heather...she called to tell me that she wasn't going to be able to make it to my roast. I knew that was peculiar, she had been really looking forward to it. She continued to tell me that her friend, and mine, Jason had been involved in a motorcycle accident on his way home from work to get cleaned up for my roast. Thankfully he is going to be okay...just a little ol' concussion, broken clavicle (which is nowhere near any of your private parts), and a bunch of road rash. Heather knew that I was concerned and called me as soon as she had any info...I'm not a big fan of motorcycles...lost a good friend to one in 1991. I was very nauseous until she called with the great report. I am also very happy to report that she and her boyfriend made it to the party later.

Friday night was fun...what I remember. Being the responsible drunkard, I managed to either get rides from friends or take cabs all night. My dumb luck persisted as I got thrown out of a bar...not my fault...I swear! It was my friend Kerry's fault, he was macking on some girl...I'm sure it would have been fine if the girl's boyfriend hadn't been present!!

Saturday I was hurtin'. Way too many shots on Friday! Jager is not your friend...I don't care what anyone says! The bridal shower was really great, but I needed the hair of the dog to get rid of my hangover. We continued the party on to downtown...boy were there a lot of bikes...did I mention I don't like bikes?

I don't recall, but I don't think I did much on Sunday. Monday...much of the same, except I did manage to put in a couple of hours of work.

So Tuesday rolls around...here's where it really sucks. Tuesday around 10:30 am I got a devastating phone call at work...by the way I was having a great day to that point. My longtime boyfriend (6 1/2 years and counting) called me and was sobbing. Between sobs I thought he said that his brother had found his mom dead in bed. I said...(more like shreiked).."WHAT? " I'm still waiting to wake up from this surreal nightmare. I didn't misunderstand him, his mom was gone. I am not sure what to make of this. She had a heart attack while she slept. She was only 58 years old. She never smoked, rarely drank, ate right, and walked everyday. She had a 4 year old granddaughter that meant the universe to her. What kind of a creator does this? She was a great mother and a great mother in-rule (not quite a law). I am so sad for my boyfriend and his brother. Their father died nearly 12 years ago. Now they are orphans. I wish that I could talk to her one more time, I always loved to shoot the shit with her. I loved to make her laugh, I keep trying to hear her laugh and hold on to the sound.
I'm really gonna miss ya' Judy.

Thank you to everyone that made an effort to help console Greg and I. Whether it was flowers, a card, a trip to the visitation, funeral, food, or a phone call; you can't know how much it meant(well unfortunately some of you definitely can).

Today was another beautiful day...the weather anyway.

Roxy