Adventures In Koopland
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And this advice is coming from a guy that, despite what everyone that know him ever expected, has managed to keep a good woman from dumping him for more than 26 years.........
I have more family I never talk to but my real fam (aside from Pam) is Aunt Sally and Uncle Paul and Aunt Kathleen.
Sally and Kath are my mom's sisters. I've talked about them all before but Kath is the one I turn gay with for a couple hours every Sunday and Monday while we watch and gossip about all those 90 Day Fiance shows. Paul is Sally's husband who has been there my entire life and is just as much fam as any blood relative I've ever had. With my actual dad gone, he is unquestionably the man I'd go to if I needed to get like fatherly advice as a 42 year old man.
So Sally and Paul are moving to a new place just a few miles from their current place in Melbourne, FL and I was up there last week to help them fill and unload the UHaul a few times.
Anyway, Sally sent me home with a huge bag of old family pics and a bunch of letters my dad sent her as my mom was dying, after she died and as he was aware he wouldn't be around much longer. Don't forget the dude was born in 1927.........which I'm pretty sure is like 4 years after The Phoenicians gave the world modern writing so calling her was super future tech for him. He was a handwritten letter guy.
These letters are sweet and sad and like fuck guys. One made me cry. One made me like mad but also full of happiness. Here's a sampling that I had Gemini type to make them easier to have all in one place:
Jesus, this one is painfully sad. My mom was clearly fucking dying. This is the one I cried about. Cuz my dad couldn't talk to my mom about how she was dying without like bumming her ass out and he couldn't talk to his kid. He wasn't going to throw all his shit on me about his wife dying so Sally was there for him. She's such a fucking good woman.
Here's Hendrik thinking I'm a weirdo for being a Disney adult hahahahahah:
Hearing my dad say when I talk about my mom with him "it brings me back to myself" is painfully sweet.
So that last one and this one is when I was living with him to like help him out. Now that's from April 2019. He died August 2019. In this one he talks about how I told him to wake my ass up to help him to the bathroom at night. That's the whole goddamn reason I was there!!!!! Yet he was such a fucking sweetheart. He didn't want to like burden me by doing that:
This is how he fucking died! Like I was sleeping 20 ft away from him and he was too nice to wake my ass up to help him go to the bathroom. So instead on his way back to bed he collapsed and died. If he woke me up I may have had a few more days with him.......but then again the dad I had for 35 years was too much of a sweetheart to ever do that.
What I'm about to say next is in jest:
So like you know, he was so worried about bothering me.............I wish I could have shook him and told him, "Hey Hendrik, guess what's more of a burden than being woken up to help you go to the bathroom? NOT HAVING A FUCKING FATHER!" Haha.
I used to tell him when I got him to bed most nights that he better not die that night cause I'd be really pissed at him if he did. It was a running joke he always got a kick from.
And I thought this one was really sweet. It's about when we spread my mom's ashes in the ocean. My dad seemingly would speak in poetic verse every now and then:
Like holy shit. This one made me fucking cry too. Who talks like that? Apparently my dad.
And by the way, Aunt Sally is or was around 30 years younger than he was and yet somehow she was more of a sibling and family member to him then just about any blood relation he ever had. She was as much of a sister to him as I was a son to him.
Anyway, so there's a big long depressing post. It's actually really sweet though like I've got a really cool aunt and uncle and I had a really fucking cool Dad.
Sally and Kath are my mom's sisters. I've talked about them all before but Kath is the one I turn gay with for a couple hours every Sunday and Monday while we watch and gossip about all those 90 Day Fiance shows. Paul is Sally's husband who has been there my entire life and is just as much fam as any blood relative I've ever had. With my actual dad gone, he is unquestionably the man I'd go to if I needed to get like fatherly advice as a 42 year old man.
So Sally and Paul are moving to a new place just a few miles from their current place in Melbourne, FL and I was up there last week to help them fill and unload the UHaul a few times.
Anyway, Sally sent me home with a huge bag of old family pics and a bunch of letters my dad sent her as my mom was dying, after she died and as he was aware he wouldn't be around much longer. Don't forget the dude was born in 1927.........which I'm pretty sure is like 4 years after The Phoenicians gave the world modern writing so calling her was super future tech for him. He was a handwritten letter guy.
These letters are sweet and sad and like fuck guys. One made me cry. One made me like mad but also full of happiness. Here's a sampling that I had Gemini type to make them easier to have all in one place:
Jesus, this one is painfully sad. My mom was clearly fucking dying. This is the one I cried about. Cuz my dad couldn't talk to my mom about how she was dying without like bumming her ass out and he couldn't talk to his kid. He wasn't going to throw all his shit on me about his wife dying so Sally was there for him. She's such a fucking good woman.
Here's Hendrik thinking I'm a weirdo for being a Disney adult hahahahahah:
So that last one and this one is when I was living with him to like help him out. Now that's from April 2019. He died August 2019. In this one he talks about how I told him to wake my ass up to help him to the bathroom at night. That's the whole goddamn reason I was there!!!!! Yet he was such a fucking sweetheart. He didn't want to like burden me by doing that:
What I'm about to say next is in jest:
So like you know, he was so worried about bothering me.............I wish I could have shook him and told him, "Hey Hendrik, guess what's more of a burden than being woken up to help you go to the bathroom? NOT HAVING A FUCKING FATHER!" Haha.
I used to tell him when I got him to bed most nights that he better not die that night cause I'd be really pissed at him if he did. It was a running joke he always got a kick from.
And I thought this one was really sweet. It's about when we spread my mom's ashes in the ocean. My dad seemingly would speak in poetic verse every now and then:
And by the way, Aunt Sally is or was around 30 years younger than he was and yet somehow she was more of a sibling and family member to him then just about any blood relation he ever had. She was as much of a sister to him as I was a son to him.
Anyway, so there's a big long depressing post. It's actually really sweet though like I've got a really cool aunt and uncle and I had a really fucking cool Dad.
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