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Just when I thought things were hard, (see previous entry) I find out something that really puts a kink in everything. I ended up giving Warren's buddy a ride to school today. He was in to put it mildly, not the best of moods. Shortly after he got in the car, it came out.
One of the best local mental health professionals ever was killed in a senseless car accident. He was Warren's councilor and therapist many times thru his various stays at PSJ. Of all the professional's I've worked with he was probably my favorite. There was just something about the man that made it impossible not to like him, he was the kind of person you almost had to work at disliking. He was such an outgoing friendly, loving kind of guy. You could tell he really loved his job, and really loved the kids. It came thru. His office showed it, he always had a really cool collection of drums in his office, not the kind you buy at a local music store, but handmade, distinct sounding drums, the kind made by native people. I remember some cool Carribean types, and I think maybe some kind of African drum. As part of his sessions kids would often get to play with these, and he would play along. I guess I shouldn't have been the least bit suprised he was also a musician and played in a band.
In addition to being Warren's therapist during his stays at PSJ, he also apparently worked with Warren's friend, who was discharged the day he was killed. His friend is going to the funeral, and I hope I can also. I think Warren should go, it will be good for him, though I am not sure if he is up to handling it. He has never been to a funeral, when my dad passed away, he stayed with a neighbor during the funeral, though he did come to the reception afterwards, and Mike did bring him up to the casket to say good bye, something I couldn't bring myself to do.
I'm glad the funeral will be here in Fargo, from the sounds of it. Driving into a small town in MN in this weather really doesn't sound appealing right now. I also have a feeling this funeral is going to be packed.
Why do the good always die so young and needlessly? There are so many kids who could benefit from some one like John. Sometimes life is way to unfair.
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~ She's baaack ~
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~ Bleech ~
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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.
I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.
I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.