Really, this is an unspeakable year.
My father passed away. My other sister has cancer and is doing chemo ( thou ovarian cancer caught early, which is actually awesome, because you don't normally get to catch it early - so actually probablly great)
There have been other gastly things which I've obviously blocked from my memory cause I can't remember them off the top of my head.
One of my musician crushes passed away a few days ago and I only found out this afternoon.
He once passed unnecessarily closely to my chair at a gig in Brisbane and I got to leer at his rear from an inch away, and then proceded to say sexually inappropriate things on line *smacks wrist bad sammy*. One of a handful of people whom my occasionally unruly hormones and enthusiasms inspired me to fly for to see. I even went out in Townsville, where I never feel particularly safe to be inebriated on my own.
RIP Mike Noga
Ps. Could all the other people I adore please take very good care of themselves for at least the next six months. I'm usually pretty resilient, but this year is testing me.
2020 has outsucked Dyson hasn't it? Most of us will be really, really glad to see it in our rear view mirrors. I am sorry for you losses - and you take care of you too please.
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