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My first concussion

Saturday, Apr. 11, 2009 @ 9:06 pm
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I was about 5 or 6, which means David would have been about 7 or 8. We were watching tv together, some afterschool cartoons no doubt. I was in a 'mood' as even then I had them. For reason still not clear, I kept moving in front of him to block his view of the television. He would move, I would move. Eventually he got piss and shoved me out of the way. I wound up doinking my head on the china hutch and getting a big dent( I don't recall any blood)and David was in big trouble.

We used to play together alot when my parents would go to Williston to shop, take care of business and after my grandfather passed away and my grandmother could no longer take care of herself; to check on my grandmother. All things which are easiest done with out a preschooler and a fussy infant (Little brother) in tow.

His mom and my mom were sisters, only a few years apart. They lived in Williston for many years (my mom and Hedy used to room together before they got married off). They used to come out to the farm for holidays and such, my folks watched Rex (older son) and David a few times while Aunt Hedy and Uncle Kay when on vacation.

I think a lot of my early inclinations towards tomboyism comes from those early days. In some ways he was almost like an annoying older brother.

Uncle Kay worked for the oil fields and when the oil boom in western ND went bust they moved with his job to Casper Wyomming. I think I was maybe 8 or 9 at the time. They still came to visit a few times (my Aunt being the only sibling at that time not in ND) and we went to visit once. But it wasnt' the same. We were cousins and we had fun, but it wasn't the same as before. We were just distant relatives who occasionally had fun together. I still laugh when I remember him making root beer come out of his nose, getting car sick in the back seat, sneaking around (with me) at night to raid the refrigerator and liberate the left over whipped cream and pumpkin pie along with other desserts.

My Aunt is hard to describe, she is a fun loving, chiminey smoking, hard working Catholic Girl who married a non practicing Mormon Rocky Mountain Good Old Boy with a wild sense of humor and a zero tolerance for bullshit. She is still one of my favorite Aunties (along with my Mom's other close sisters Maggie and Floretta and my Dad's sister Nina, I never knew my mom's brothers or their wives very well).

I used to love being at their house. After several years in WY, my uncle again was transferred this time to New Mexico where they still live.

David had trouble in school and eventually developed a drug problem. Among other things he wrecked his motorcycle doing major damage to his leg and eventually wound up serving time. He turned his life around, got clean, got an electricians license and last I heard was living well in Los Angeles working as an electrician. My cousin Rex his brother was the polar opposite, good grades, suma cum laude high paying job the works.

Imagine my shock when I got a call from my mother about a week ago that David was found dead in Vancover Washington and that nobody knows yet what happened. He had apparently quit or lost his job, had lived at home for awhile and then left. They hadn't heard from him for sometime until the authorities from Washington called.

I don't know anyother details and from the sounds of it, noone does yet. Rex his older brother is flying out to get his ashes (the family had him creamated) and his belonings inluding his truck and hopefully the true story of what happened.

I'm just stunned. I hadn't seen or talked to him in probably 25 years, but he was only 2 years older than me, and despite all his problems was a heck of a cool guy, who is a large part of who I am. I can't stop thinking about it, despite all the crap that is going on here right now (believe me I am chin deep in it right now, and I am NOT referring to flood water).

How do you forget your first concussion. I also have scars on my chin from thier old house, where I fell on the heat register when I was a toddler just learning to walk. I guess it was a dangerous place. I remember riding bikes up and down the street when my mom was having my brother and my aunt was in charge of me. I remember climbing trees in our yard with Rex and David and well lets just say they also gave me my first accidental lesson in sex ed (relax we were little kids out playing and modesty hadn't quite hit our radar screens yet).

It's amazing how much you can miss someone you haven't seen since Reagan was in office.

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