We returned from New York this morning. Caught the 6:30 a.m. flight out of Newark and were back in Wisconsin at 8:05 a.m. - not bad time, really. I have tons to write about regarding that trip. Meeting his mother, his sister, visiting the city, including our trip down to Ground Zero and all of the rest of the adventure in New York.
Plus - I’m still digesting information I received from my mother this morning. I called her when we landed to let her know that we got home safely, and all that. She then said, “I have some news for you that I’ve been holding onto until you got home - - I’ve known since Tuesday afternoon, but I didn’t know how you’d react so I decided to wait until you got home.”
She received a phone call Tuesday afternoon regarding my ex, Daniel. Apparently he died last Friday (the 21st). At the age of 35 - he dropped dead of a massive heart attack. They did an autopsy and found that three of his major blood vessels were 95% blocked. He didn’t show up for work on Friday. Then on Monday, when he didn’t show - his boss went to his apartment and the manager wouldn’t let him in. On Tuesday when he didn’t show up - - his boss called the police - - and together with two of Milwaukee’s finest, they found Daniel, in bed - - dead for the past 5 days.
This girl who called couldn’t find my phone number (the number we had together, at the time, has long since been disconnected) - so she called information and got the number of my folks and called them to notify. I called that girl this morning just to clarify and validate the information. It seems his family is in today, from South Dakota, to deal with his personal belongings and have him cremated and taken back to South Dakota. She wanted me to know about the memorial service that is being held in Sioux City, S.D.
I haven’t processed this much. Or maybe I’ve processed it as much as I’m going to. I’m shocked, understandably. He’s so young - it’s always shocking to hear someone so young dying of a massive heart attack.
He was an abusive asshole. As mean as they came - and one fucked up mess of a human being. My first reaction was shock. My lasting reaction is one of relief.
For the moment - I am off to Chicago for 4 days of training for the new promotion that I took a couple of weeks ago. I’ll be incommunicado, yet again, for another four days as I venture off to another trample in a big city.
Such the jet-setter I am, hey? Not! 
7:59 pm on December 1st, 2003
Glad you’re back, at least momentarily. See you later.
8:54 pm on December 2nd, 2003
what can i say Lisa?
It is a crappy thing to happen, but I understand your sentiments entirely, regarding ‘the relief’… I hope you get the time to digest it properly though, and soon… air miles aren’t *everything* you know!
~smooooooch~
7:55 pm on December 4th, 2003
Thank you, Cam
7:57 pm on December 4th, 2003
*smooch* Pinky - thanks. I’m still processing it . . it’ll take awhile I think, as strange as that is to me. The man hasn’t been a part of my life for almost 4 years, and yet . . . well, it’s just odd is all. xooxxo