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So I found a voice mail from my mom at quarter of three this morning just saying, "Call when you get this, I have to tell you something."
We all know what a message like that means. I didn't call until this morning, because if it was a crucial enough situation for a phone call at quarter of three in the morning, I was on AIM all night. Someone would have IMed me.
But yeah. I spent some really entertaining moments before I fell asleep speculating on who had died. Turns out it was my Uncle Lee. He and his family are out in California, and I only ever met the man a couple of times, so there isn't a big grief here like there was with Grandpa. This was my biological father's family, though, and he died when I was a baby. I'm more worried about Nana. That's two of her children she's outlived. I haven't seen her in a couple of years, since staying in contact with her is a pretty one-way thing and I got tired of making all the effort, but obviously some things are more important. So I called and left a message for her to call me when she's up to it.
Anyway. Macabre highlight of the conversation with Mom, ie, Humor: A Coping Mechanism.
Mom: "It was - have you heard of sarcoidosis?"
Me: "Yes. I watch House. I've heard of it in every episode."
Mom also watches House, so she was just like, "Oh, yeah."
I don't know exactly what sarcoidosis is, but it is apparently something white men don't tend to die from. Which, if you knew how quirky that part of my family, and Uncle Lee in particular, has always been, you would agree with me is somehow appropriate.
We all know what a message like that means. I didn't call until this morning, because if it was a crucial enough situation for a phone call at quarter of three in the morning, I was on AIM all night. Someone would have IMed me.
But yeah. I spent some really entertaining moments before I fell asleep speculating on who had died. Turns out it was my Uncle Lee. He and his family are out in California, and I only ever met the man a couple of times, so there isn't a big grief here like there was with Grandpa. This was my biological father's family, though, and he died when I was a baby. I'm more worried about Nana. That's two of her children she's outlived. I haven't seen her in a couple of years, since staying in contact with her is a pretty one-way thing and I got tired of making all the effort, but obviously some things are more important. So I called and left a message for her to call me when she's up to it.
Anyway. Macabre highlight of the conversation with Mom, ie, Humor: A Coping Mechanism.
Mom: "It was - have you heard of sarcoidosis?"
Me: "Yes. I watch House. I've heard of it in every episode."
Mom also watches House, so she was just like, "Oh, yeah."
I don't know exactly what sarcoidosis is, but it is apparently something white men don't tend to die from. Which, if you knew how quirky that part of my family, and Uncle Lee in particular, has always been, you would agree with me is somehow appropriate.
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In the sense that he wouldn't have died if he didn't also have sarcoidosis.