Grand Theft

Well, SHIT...sorry, but that's really the only word that comes to mind right now...the last day and a half have not been fun.  I walked outside Tuesday morning to go to work and my car was gone.  Totally gone.  Stolen right off the side of the street, in front of my place.  Nice.  The car, even though I loved it, is really just a car.  But it didn't help that I practically live out of my car so I lost some valuable and sentimental stuff.  Just really sucks.  But then later in the afternoon Todd called to let me know that they were putting Troy on Comfort Care (they took him off everything except morphine).  There was just nothing left they could do.  So now it's just a waiting game.  Sure puts things in perspective.  Yeah, having your car stolen sucks, but watching a loved one pass away...feels like they're being stolen away from you too.

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