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I'm very angry at the world and the one referred to as God. I know, I know...death is just a part of life and God is suppose to be a comfort for some. 'In a better place', 'At peace in their eteranl home' blah blah blah. My so-called relationship with God was shattered when he took my Grandmother when I was only 8 years old. Of all things possible, she had to be taken in an apt building fire and Fire was her worst fear. Since that horrid day, I've had nothing but contempt for this supposid loving God. I will and do respect people's beliefs in what ever and leave it at that.
I was at work 2.10.5 & about to go on my first break around 2pm today. My manager came over to my desk letting me know that someone was in the front office for me. Off I went to see who it could be and there was my husband, in tears. He simply told me to get my purse and coat and we were leaving. I couldn't just leave like that without a good reason. Family members cycled my brain, who was hurt? In the hospital? He shook his head and said 'Not hurt'. Not hurt?! Not hurt?!
What are you talking about?! Choking back tears, he mutter the name...Dave. My brother-in-law. Hubby's mom was downstairs waiting, drove us over to my sisters. I called her and it had not sunk in. She sounded way to happy. Told her we were on our way. Called my mom, her and dad would be by later. While at my sis's she was not right. It was as if she was being host to some spur of the moment party. Steady stream of calls came in. She was awesome strong. We figure that because of her line of work....she's a nurses aid in a elderly home care fac. and deals with patients passing all the time...that her mind just went into work mode and doesn't realize this is her husband.
Fuck, I was just talking to Dave last Saturday about updating the Manitoba Motorcycle Club's website since the person doing it skipped out 4 years ago. His compliments meant so much to me because my own husband always says what I do is cool and stuff. Dave hadn't really seen anything I'd done before so his reaction was a genuine perspective. *sigh*
Got to my sisters, house was full all-ready. Two of Dave's brothers, his best friend, sister's boss and best friend, and a friend of the family. Marilyn was on the phone talking to people in town and states side filling folks in on what happened. Dave had not been feeling well for a few weeks. We all chalked it up as being a cold. Was yesturday morning at 7am when he'd been found way out in the yards of CP Rail, down on the ground of an apparent heart-attack. He was only 45. Still very much in shock myself.
Dave Morrison:

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