We got home on Tuesday afternoon. We had a fantastic time in Chicago. Friday the 29th we ate deep-dish pizza and drank local beer and then stumbled upon a polish extravaganza at the Pritzker Pavilion in Millennium Park. Technically we have partied with Lech Walesa. The closest I will ever actually come to a former head of state to be sure. While we were standing there listening to Lezek Mozdzer, I leaned over to the better-half and told him I was a little in love with Chicago.
The better-half took this picture while walking around the city during one of my class days. I like it for all the curves:
This Thursday morning the better-half called me before 9am from his cell. Calls like that are never good news in our little family. He called to tell me that one of his favorite uncles took his life the night before. I’ve only ever felt like crying at work one other time. After we talked for a bit, I hung up the phone and quietly said, fuck. The funeral is Monday.
Wow, I’m so sorry to hear that. My condolences to you and your husband.