If anybody's looking for me today, I am in the 7th circle of hell. And if anybody wants to visit me, don't show up without a bottle.
BTW, I just noticed that his date of death of wrong on all the documents (4/2/08 instead of correct 4/1/08). I probably will not even bother to change it though. What does it matter...
Salud
Posted by: Karen | 01 April 2009 at 07:34 AM
Shit on a stick!
I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
((((((hugs))))))
Posted by: liprap | 01 April 2009 at 09:02 AM
You know you have all of our love, Hana. I'm so sorry.
Posted by: gregp | 01 April 2009 at 09:13 AM
Hugs Hana - treat yourself nicely.
Elspeth
Posted by: Elspeth Ravenwind | 01 April 2009 at 09:52 AM
Hugs, girl. Thinking of you and the kids.
Posted by: Maitri | 01 April 2009 at 10:55 AM
Thinking about your and your girls today Hana.
Posted by: Michael Homan | 01 April 2009 at 01:04 PM
For some reason, I thought it was 4/2, and I didn't even see the documents.
Will bring bottle.
Posted by: Mr. Clio | 01 April 2009 at 01:31 PM
I have just the (virtual) bottle for you: A popular libation out here is -- wait for it -- Hana Bay rum! No, it wasn't named for its potential use in your daiquiri machine, but for the historic town on Maui named Hana. (It is actually made in, as the man himself might have said, "fuckmook California".)
Malama pono (take care of youself) and Auwe! (no translation necessary).
Posted by: KamaAina | 01 April 2009 at 01:44 PM
many many hugs
Posted by: Trina | 01 April 2009 at 02:42 PM
Take care, Hana. I'm thinking of you this evening.
Posted by: oyster | 01 April 2009 at 02:47 PM
(((Big hugs)))
Posted by: charlotte | 01 April 2009 at 04:58 PM
And on this "happy" occasion, the fucker who stole my bike tried to steal a sander and battery charger from my garage. I pulled in front of my house to let Anna go pee and there he is, in my driveway, with the sander and the charger in his arms. I started screaming at him, the woman behind me called the cops. I really need this today. Fuck. I just want to wake up tomorrow.
Posted by: hana | 01 April 2009 at 05:01 PM
Fuck da'Reaper.
Sinn Féin, Rolla'Sista.
Posted by: Editilla | 01 April 2009 at 06:13 PM
We've never met, nor did I have the chance to meet Ashley, but I followed his blog and yours, and my heart is breaking for you right now. Please take care of yourself.
Posted by: Anon | 01 April 2009 at 08:45 PM
We're thinking of you.
A.
Posted by: Athenae | 01 April 2009 at 10:28 PM
Sad and thinking of you and the kids. (Like Mr. Clio, I thought it was 4/2 as well.)
Posted by: LIsaPal | 02 April 2009 at 02:27 AM
I thought it was today too. And like Lisa and Chris, I'm thinking about you and the little ones as the rain pounds down.
Posted by: Adrastos | 02 April 2009 at 12:39 PM
Well, it turned out that the date is a bit complicated thing. He died during the night from the 1st to the 2nd. Till yesterday, I believed he died on the 1st. However, someone talked to him shortly before midnight on the 1st so yeah, it was probably the 2nd.
But honestly, it really does not matter. On the death certificate is 2nd so let it be 2nd. Does not really matter to me. I cried my share yesterday and today is a new day.
Besides, I don't remember much from that time. I was happy to remember what my name was. So I say I get a slack on remembering my husband's death date. Right? Right!
Posted by: hana | 02 April 2009 at 03:31 PM
Right!
Posted by: Ray | 03 April 2009 at 07:54 AM
I had a drink for him last night, and I'm drinking for him tonight. I miss him too, but not as much as you and the kids. My thoughts are with you.
Posted by: Banzai Bill | 03 April 2009 at 08:26 PM