+ 3 - 1 | § ¶Death
When I got back from the trip to South Dakota (more about the trip in a later post), I found out from my mom that her dog Kodiak, or Kodi as we called him, had died while we were gone. As I recall, Mom had gotten Kodi well over fifteen years ago, back when I still lived with her part-time. He was pretty old, having arthritis that made it hard to go up and down the few steps in the backyard, but he was still mobile and friendly. He is now buried in the back yard at Mom's house. I miss him.Yesterday, my aunt Bev died. She's my dad's older sister, and the news seems to have hit him particularly hard. He's gone up to the Chicago area, where she, her husband Jim, and several of our relatives live. I plan on going up there for the funeral as well, though I don't yet know what day that will be. Her death hasn't quite sunk in for me yet. I've known her practically all my life... she would come visit my grandmother a few times a year when I was young, I visited her at least once during my year at IMSA, and I've gone to see her several times with my dad over the years.
Right now, I'm really, really hoping that the "bad things come in threes" thing doesn't happen now.
davidh