So just as I was walking away from ThrillerFest at the Hyatt last Friday, crossing the hotel lobby, I get a call from my sister. As background to this story, my mom and stepdad, Bill, have a house in Port St. Lucie, Florida, and do the snowbird thing. My mom is staying in NY this summer to work, and Bill was headed down there with their two dogs, Monty and Princess.
Not long into the phone call, my sister tells me that Bill was in a car accident. Somewhere on 1-95 around the George/FloridaSo just as I was walking away from ThrillerFest at the Hyatt last Friday, crossing the hotel lobby, I get a call from my sister. As background to this story, my mom and stepdad, Bill, have a house in Port St. Lucie, Florida, and do the snowbird thing. My mom is staying in NY this summer to work, and Bill was headed down there with their two dogs, Monty and Princess.
Not long into the phone call, my sister tells me that Bill was in a car accident. Somewhere on 1-95 around the George/Florida border, Bill fell asleep at the wheel. The car drifted off the road and rolled over. As a result of the accident, Bill broke his shoulder and suffered a mild concussion. Bill has been in a hospital in Jacksonville, Florida. Poor Monty, who was a sweet dog and a lot of fun, was thrown from the car and killed. Princess walked away just a bit banged up.
In the aftermath, my mom flew down to Georgia yesterday morning to deal with the car, which is totaled, and pick up Bill and Princess. My mom rented a car, and they are now on the road driving back to New York, and should arrive late in the week.
So just in the last month: Alex died; my 87-year-old grandmother fell from her bed, breaking her shoulder and suffering a black eye; my friend died unexpectedly at 52 of a heart attack, leaving his wife and two young kids behind; my stepdad was in a nasty car accident, breaking his shoulder and suffering a minor concussion, and Monty was killed in the accident.
Yikes.
And then Friday got even more surreal …
To Be Concluded
