Atlanta, GA –
The passing of Clyde Allen
Unfortunately my grandfather, Clyde Allen, passed away on May 19th, 2024. He was 91 when he passed and left his wife Nancy, my grandmother, after 72 years of marriage. I have the means and availability to make it back and support my family in this trying time so I will. It is a sad intermission of my usual travels and stories, but a necessary one. I debated about including this but as this is more journaling than blogging I decided for it.
Sheila and Duncan continue to be more accommodating than I could have ever imagined. Wendy is going to slowly start on our journey where I’ll catch up when I come back.
The airfare to ATL from YVR is so cheap ($199) with only a few days notice! Flying now on May 23rd back and will return May 30th. It was nearly double that if I were to travel to Atlanta from Seattle.
It’ll be good to see family, support them, as well as grab general mail, some provisions, some motorcycle gear, and maybe even my Talaria moped plate! Thanks again Dima and Steph for routing this.
Thanks to my friends
This time has been hard for me and I know I’m a fairly private / reserved person (apparently Journals not included in that statement). However, it’s also been an (unfortunately) enlightening experience of finding out who is supporting, who desires to be supportive, and who isn’t. Calling someone and just wanting to hear how things will be okay but instead hearing how they can’t be there for you is pretty awful. But hey, my cruise package included up to 15 alcoholic beverages per day, eh.
Nikki if you ever read this, know you’re loved. I don’t know how you’re always putting yourself out there to hear my bullshit and constant issues. I know you know that I know you’re introverted too and I know it takes a toll. You’re awesome though. If you ever need help hunting down some bog witches, you know I got you. Some folks expressed their sentiments and wanting to be there which I appreciate. Others definitely would be there, but maybe just aren’t the best about actually being there for emotional support, and are equally appreciated. The thought counts for a lot.
I’m writing this in YVR (Vancouver Int’l Airport), so lord only knows what’s going to come about at / after the actual funeral. Sad intermission part two will be next.