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.
family, death
@zebratron2084 I don't have any good words for this, and while it's always sad news, I'm at least grateful to hear it was as gentle as possible.
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@Balina I wouldn't say gentle so much as quick, but yeah. There's another universe where we had to watch Matt go through a protracted year-long battle and suffer far more than he did, and... I honestly don't see what good that universe would have brought. He'd already been deprived of most of his joys in life except for TV, and was pretty much chairbound after being a pretty active guy, and that's just not living. *sighs and hugs*
