family, death
Yeah. My stepbrother Matt died a few hours ago.
Mom said I didn't need to come home, which really surprised me. I guess Matt wanted, quote, "nothing." I asked Mom if she thought he would've minded if I did some observance down here, and she said no, not at all.
So I think sometime this weekend I'm gonna go down to the French Quarter, buy a couple of drinks and a couple of sandwiches, find a nice park and eat my half, and leave the other half for the damn raccoons--which, for all I know, he could be one of now.
Goodbye and good luck, Matt. You were turning out to be such a good guy. But I know you were tired of fighting, and I'm glad you got to go out on something resembling your own terms. I love you, little brother.
re: family, death
@Balinares I'm a little stunned, but... we knew for quite a while he was very unwell. We thought he could have as long as another year, but he was definitely in a terminal condition. I'm mostly just angry and looking for gods to kick.
