Sunday, January 07, 2018

Pizza's Important, Right?

Over the past few days, I set myself the task of eating up all the remaining holiday junk food in our house: the Hershey's kisses, the Moose Munch, the cheese and crackers, etc. You know, so I wouldn't keep eating it.

That does SO make sense. Shut up.

I've also been knitting. Later I'll watch Stranger Things AND knit. I'm doing my best, obviously, to live up to my New Year's resolutions.

Our holidays, unfortunately, were disrupted by death. Just before Christmas, my boss was brutally murdered, along with her husband. The next week, after my friend/co-worker and I went to the memorial service, I was surfing through Facebook, hoping to wallow in photos of happy families celebrating their holidays without having to think about senseless violence and their own mortality; and that's when I noticed that people were tagging a long-time friend of ours. Our families had been stationed together, years ago, in California and then DC, and we'd kept in touch ever since.

Turns out, he had just died, at the age of 55, 2 weeks after a diagnosis of cancer.

I'll bet you weren't expecting any heavy stuff here. Well, join the club - neither was I.

Here are some more pretty flowers from my neighbor, just to make us all feel better

So, still reeling, Larry sat down with me a couple of days later to make sure I knew all his passwords and how to pay our bills electronically (I used to be in charge of that job, but somewhere around the 4-kid mark, I passed it on to him). "There!" he said, when we were done. "Now, if something happens to me, you'll at least not have to worry about THAT."

"Yes," I said. "But what if something happens to me? What do YOU need to know?"

We both sat there in silence for a couple of minutes, trying to think of what areas he'd really be floundering in, should I unexpectedly shuffle off this mortal coil (I TOLD you we had a really fun holiday season, didn't I?). Finally, Larry asked, "Where is it you get the cheap pizza from?"

"Costco - $10 for an 18-inch," I told him.

We were both quiet again, thinking.

"So, uh, I guess that's it," I said.

"Yeah," he agreed.

 Which makes me think, maybe Rachel's right, after all...


  1. LMAO. I pay all the bills. Online. I do have book I write passwords in but I should probably make things a bit more specific. Like what bills we actually have lol. My friends husband died unexpectedly last year. She couldn't get into his phone or laptop. It's amazing how much she's been able to do though. Just took some time.

  2. I am so sorry! I reread those few sentences in the middle thinking I could not have read that on this blog. Bad things unfortunately seem to be part of life. We are struggling with hearing about divorces two and three in our family right now.
    But hey, you still made me laugh by the end. Thank you for that. Getting pizza tomorrow now too since I read this post to my husband.

  3. What a horrible senseless tragedy. I am sorry for your loss.
    We have these discussions after too many years of losing family members. I was lucky that I found the notebook that my sister kept passwords in. It is important to share some of this with family members.
    On the pizza- yes, important.
    Life is fragile, use it well.

  4. Oh my goodness, how horrible! My sincere condolences on your losses. When my father died (14 years ago), it was unexpected and my parents had NOT had the password conversation. The saving grace was a little piece of paper with passwords on it that my mother found. So, yeah, have that conversation - but don't forget you probably know all the doctors, teachers, schedules, etc., in addition to pizza.

  5. Oh. I should have said. I highly recommend LastPass. It is an app for your computer where you can store all of your passwords and usernames safely. We use it and both sets of our parents do too now.

  6. Oh, how awful. I'm so sorry. That is tragic.

    Coach would be lost if I wasn't around to pay bills or schedule appointments. Remember when his teeth got knocked out by reggies's pitch? He stood in the kitchen not knowing how to contact our dentist. That pizza conversation is classic!

  7. I am so sorry.

    We have lately had conversations about needing to know what the other knows.

    And on the holiday junk food front---I have a philosophy about any junk food: We all know I'll eat it eventually, so why not just get it over with.

  8. I am so sorry. And yeah, that is a conversation I should probably have with my husband.

  9. Pretty sure that was the funeral officiated by a pastor I follow on Fb and Twitter. There are no words I can think of to say when something like that happens except that there is evil in the world and we need to cling together for the good to overcome.
    SuperDad has shown me those details multiple times but if/when the time comes I will be too much of a mess to deal with it. He should show someone else instead.

  10. I am so sorry. That's horrible for you. My BFF knows where to find my passwords, but how can one really prepare?
    Thank goodness you have Moose Munch and Stranger Things. I am sorry about your friend and boss.