paul watson...(i could use a hug folks.)
01/22/2004 07:13 a.m.
with my job, i work with people, i mean, i really work with people every second of my work day for 9 hours. some people come in once a day, some people i'll never see again, some people pracitcally live there. point? you get to know these people. they become you. they become a concern. when you don't see some of these people for 3 or 4 days...you worry. or sometimes you never notice they were gone until they come back. you learn what they want, you learn where htey work, find out about kids, all that good stuff. some of these people care for you. you care for these people too. just last night some guy was like "i thought you worked during the day." i told him we swing around shifts...well atleast i do. he said "well, i cook so i'll bring some stuff done to ya. just let me know when you're working. got to make sure you're eating." ahh, how nice. i've got a little old black guy who calls me his girlfriend. i've got people asking me for my number. i mean, the whole city street and water department know that one of them is like obsessed with me and he's flipping married with 2 kids. hello? i'm just being me. being nanette, nan, vietnan, cupcake, scuba douche...whatever you call me. i don't think i'm pretty but this is not my point.

today i found out some terrible news.today chrissie called me on my cell phone from work. "remember paul watson?" my natural reaction is no because i see a trillion people. "you know...the guy who gets lottery and his wife and stuff."i remember now. let me tell you about the watson's. they are an older couple. paul comes in and plays his lottery. he has throat cancer. his wife made him homemade milkshakes. she stuck by his side though everything, so faithfully, so strong. paul fell down in the dining room a couple months ago. he had a stroke about a month ago. she came in and i asked where he was. she said in the car and that he'd be tickled if i he seen me soo i payed him a visit outside in the middle of winter. before christmas paul got pnemonia in both lungs and was put in the hospital. he wasn't going to be able to come home for christmas. she left to get his lottery and take a bath. that's paul for you. i guess she (his wife) came in today...

paul passed away january 5th.

chrissie said she hugged his wife and they both started crying. he really was a sweet man. i'm just upset because i told her that i would send him a card. chrissie and i both said that. got his name and room number. we never did. i would have liked to go to his funeral. i feel almost obligated to have gone. i wish i could give his wife a huge hug. i would have liked to been there for her. it sucks because i'm beating myself up over something that i can't do anything about. it hurts. and i just need to get it out. .

we'll miss you paul!
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