We played a lot of Risk at the Firehouse with my old engine company, I always chose Red, my favorite color. All the colors had nicknames once a player started taking over the board. Black Plague, Yellow Fever, Red Menace, Blue Tsunami, Gangrene(Green).
My favourite player when I first started following the Jets, I had a 3ft framed picture of him on my bedroom wall, I still have no idea how my Mam found it in Carlisle, you couldn't even buy a Manchester City shirt in the sports shops back then, they had to be ordered in specially.
I grew up in New Jersey and my dad was a Jets fan from a time when they were the Titans so I was born Into the fandom. I never really felt connected to New Jersey so I moved to Key West, Florida for 15 years. Best decision I ever made. Hence, KWJetsfan. Unfortunately I had to move to the West Coast of Florida about a year-and-a-half ago because my mom had brain surgery and I've been helping my Dad care for her since. Otherwise I never would have left the Keys.
Thanks man. I appreciate that. They're great people and have been great parents. They've done so much for me my whole life it was a total no-brainer.
You're what they call, "good people". Make sure you tell your parents this. I never told my dad what a great father he was, and have lived 10 years of regret...
Sorry to hear that, man. That's a heavy burden to carry!!!! I'm sure that he knew. I hope that you can find some peace with it!!!
I can relate. I quit my job in 2008 to move home and look after my parents. Both of them were having some serious health issues. Due to the sub-prime mortgage mess, there were no jobs. I had to move in with them at age 54, both because they needed me there and because I had very little income. It was hard emotionally and financially. I had no life for several years. I hope that you're able to have a life. My mother died in 2011, and my father's health improved, so I was finally able to begin working and making some kind of living, but he still needed me living there helping him. Finally, in 2015, he decided to move into a retirement community, and I was finally free to get my own place again. Still, even though he was living in a nice facility, I took him to the doctor, ran errands for him, and took him out to eat a couple of times a week. It was hard, took a toll emotionally and physically, but wouldn't trade anything for the time I had with them in the last years of their lives. They were great parents, and were very supportive of me in whatever I did in life. Dad passed in January of this year from Covid, thanks to some CNA nurses going to work while they were sick. Enjoy the time you have with them. I was blessed to have them alive for so long. My Mom was 84 and my dad was 99, when they died.
Oh man, I'm so sorry lost them both. Just know that you did the right thing by them and any time you spent with them should be remembered fondly. I'm sure they loved and appreciated that and no one can ever take that away from you.
I'm sorry for your loss. And even though some might say your dad had lived a long life, to lose him to carelessness like that must hurt. But you did the best you could do and that's all any of us can.
That's one of the most depressing things that I've ever read. Ugh, sorry, I hope things are better for you now, cd. Everyone has a story, and most of those stories are awful in one form or another.
