- Jun 19, 2003
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I don't know WHY the universe gave me these shitty odds. Pure chance, I'm sure. I'm fvcking SICK of people around me who keep dying. I'm effing 40. But I'm so effing tired. I just want a break. Like, even for just a year. Or, pushing my luck, two.
2011 - Luke Pyeatt - My roomie in the Marine Corps. Blasted to smithereens in AFG.
2011 - Michael Dale - My squadmate whose foot sailed over my head after he stepped on a landmine. Planted by the Russians circa late 1970s. FML. He's still alive.
2013 - Name Redacted for Family's Privacy - My Univ. of Ill. classmate from heroin. You dumb piece of shit. Thanks. I liked you more than I should have. I hate you. I effing miss you.
2018 - Kale Hollinshead - My fiancé, Stacia's, cousin. Effingham County Coroner said it was a suicide. It doesn't quite make sense, but that's what they said. It must be right...right? Little did Stacia and I know then, but this was her daughter's and my kids preparatory funeral. To make Stacia's murder six months later at least be less of a shock.
2019 - Stacia Hollinshead - My fiancé. Murdered by her ex-hubs. While taking her daughter to see her ex-hubs mom and dad. To continue and further the relationship.
2021 - Thomas Stockwell - My ex-wife's dad. Amazing man. Kind hearted. Sweet. Mostly. Unless you divorced his daughter lol. But even then, kind. I went to his celebration of life (while he was alive). That man stood up (despite supposed to be in a wheel chair), cried, said "Thanks for not being a dick. Thanks for taking care of my daughter. Thanks for the beautiful grandkids. Thank you for coming to this event. You'll never know how much it means." Oh, Tommy. I think I do.
2022 - Sebastian McGiffen - Client. Father of two. FINALLY getting his shit together. Clean since 2019. Adored his baby boys. We went to World War II Days @ Rockford's Midway Village. SM: "Hey, my kid just went through both diapers...can we go get more?" Me: "We got your license reinstated; here, take my car. I'll watch Jr. for you." SM: "You're a good man...thanks." Fentanyl OD on 12/25/2022. You dumb fuck. I know you wouldn't have done it if you'd known what would have happened. But still. You did it.
2023 - Tim McCarthy - Client with ALL kinds of demons. Stopped going to AA (w/me), couldn't get ahold of him, left his fiancé, went to Florida, put a bag over his head, turned the helium on. Done.
2023 - John Hollinshead - Stacia's dad. 61 years old. One of the strongest men I knew (in certain ways); one of the weakest men I knew (in others). Not a surprise. He's smoked and drank most of his life. Plus his effing daughter was murdered. At least his death was quick. That's what he would have wanted. Heart attack and done. Just shitty his granddaughter had to find him first.
Folks. I'm not trying to compare. I'm sure there are those here who could say, "Oh, yeah? Well XYZ happened to me. Way worse." Yes. I'm sure from an objective position, it was worse. All I'm saying is that I'm fvcking TIRED of this shit. I wish I could have a break. I'm just so fucking sad, depressed, and tired.
Don't take a damn moment for granted.
--Andrew
2011 - Luke Pyeatt - My roomie in the Marine Corps. Blasted to smithereens in AFG.
2011 - Michael Dale - My squadmate whose foot sailed over my head after he stepped on a landmine. Planted by the Russians circa late 1970s. FML. He's still alive.
2013 - Name Redacted for Family's Privacy - My Univ. of Ill. classmate from heroin. You dumb piece of shit. Thanks. I liked you more than I should have. I hate you. I effing miss you.
2018 - Kale Hollinshead - My fiancé, Stacia's, cousin. Effingham County Coroner said it was a suicide. It doesn't quite make sense, but that's what they said. It must be right...right? Little did Stacia and I know then, but this was her daughter's and my kids preparatory funeral. To make Stacia's murder six months later at least be less of a shock.
2019 - Stacia Hollinshead - My fiancé. Murdered by her ex-hubs. While taking her daughter to see her ex-hubs mom and dad. To continue and further the relationship.
2021 - Thomas Stockwell - My ex-wife's dad. Amazing man. Kind hearted. Sweet. Mostly. Unless you divorced his daughter lol. But even then, kind. I went to his celebration of life (while he was alive). That man stood up (despite supposed to be in a wheel chair), cried, said "Thanks for not being a dick. Thanks for taking care of my daughter. Thanks for the beautiful grandkids. Thank you for coming to this event. You'll never know how much it means." Oh, Tommy. I think I do.
2022 - Sebastian McGiffen - Client. Father of two. FINALLY getting his shit together. Clean since 2019. Adored his baby boys. We went to World War II Days @ Rockford's Midway Village. SM: "Hey, my kid just went through both diapers...can we go get more?" Me: "We got your license reinstated; here, take my car. I'll watch Jr. for you." SM: "You're a good man...thanks." Fentanyl OD on 12/25/2022. You dumb fuck. I know you wouldn't have done it if you'd known what would have happened. But still. You did it.
2023 - Tim McCarthy - Client with ALL kinds of demons. Stopped going to AA (w/me), couldn't get ahold of him, left his fiancé, went to Florida, put a bag over his head, turned the helium on. Done.
2023 - John Hollinshead - Stacia's dad. 61 years old. One of the strongest men I knew (in certain ways); one of the weakest men I knew (in others). Not a surprise. He's smoked and drank most of his life. Plus his effing daughter was murdered. At least his death was quick. That's what he would have wanted. Heart attack and done. Just shitty his granddaughter had to find him first.
Folks. I'm not trying to compare. I'm sure there are those here who could say, "Oh, yeah? Well XYZ happened to me. Way worse." Yes. I'm sure from an objective position, it was worse. All I'm saying is that I'm fvcking TIRED of this shit. I wish I could have a break. I'm just so fucking sad, depressed, and tired.
Don't take a damn moment for granted.
--Andrew