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The kids have created wishlists after we were asked to do so by friends. It is nearly Edwin’s birthday and the holidays are coming.

Below Richard’s photo I’ve written a brief recount of the weekend and that morning. If you are curious, keep reading or stop here.

Shit, no! Richard is what?

If that or something similar is what you first said to yourself or whoever told you, don’t worry this is the same reaction everyone else has had too. Usually followed by “I saw him [insert a time in Aug here].”

Our weekend of Sept 7 and 8 looked like divide and conquer parenting on the Saturday with a normal dinner. Sunday we ordered breakfast from one of our favorite places, I played a ttrpg, we cleaned up the house in anticipation of Kevin’s arrival in the late afternoon. When Kevin got here we had chatted, ate dinner, had some wine, chatted more. I left Richard and Kevin to chat on their own a bit. I returned, there was more chatting. Since the kids had school the next morning and Kevin wanted to get an early start on his tasks here in town before his appointment we all decided to head to sleep about 10:30pm. While getting ready, Richard and I talked briefly about the upcoming week, what to have for dinner on Monday, when out of town guests arrived to the office and how many days they would be here, band dress rehearsal on Wed, and how I should add the fan app to my phone.

For all the normal day that Sunday was, Monday morning at 6:25am was everything but normal. Ambulance was here before 6:30, they tried. Each time it was awful to hear the flatline from the machine. Before 7am they had pronounced him dead. My sister was able to take the kids, Kevin and Nikki stayed with me. A very nice lady from the coroner’s office arrived, followed by a pair from the funeral home. Sequim is where they found some available to come. I was told the next steps, asked a bunch of questions, offered time with his body before it left the house. I declined this, saying I wasn’t sure what I would say or do. I still don’t honestly. I sat on the couch and watched them take his body out of the house. Probably one of the worst moments I have had ever.
I really miss being mad at his alarm.

It’s safe to say our Mondays will go hard with a case of the Mondays for a bit because of this.