incidents and accidents, hints and allegations

I've been feeling particularly stabby about the lead-up to Father's Day this year [*]. But the little booklet SteelyKid made Chad has grudgingly reconciled me to the existence of the holiday, because it is awfully cute.

[*] Every time I get an email, from a business or charity I've done business with in the past, with a Subject: that proclaims I should get my dad something, I have this little mental image of leaping through the computer and demanding to be put on a "my father is dead, assholes" marketing exclusion list, preferably with my hands around someone's throat.

Best wishes to fathers of all kinds (especially the non-biological ones), and to all those thinking fondly of fathers today. And strength and support to those for who today's hard, for whatever reason.

My father, Donald R. Nepveu, died today of cancer. While the latter stages of his illness were very difficult, he had had time previously to make his farewells, and the end was as he had wished: peaceful, in his home, and in the company of loved ones.

He will be missed.

Well, that was interesting. ( How I passed out after giving blood today )

I felt okay after I rested and drank: a little tired and light around the edges, but nothing serious. And in the "well, I guess this counts as a silver lining" file, it was a distraction today from our twin death watches, as Chad so aptly described on his blog.

One of those ended tonight, when the phone rang to inform us that Aunt Dotty died this afternoon. ( Memories )

We miss you, Aunt Dotty.