I have mentioned Princess, my eldest teenage niece, in here many times. At the beginning of this month, she left Key West to move up to northern Florida to live with her father, take a semester of community college, and then transfer to a university, probably UNF (University of Northern Florida) or something comparable.
Yesterday, while her father was working on the brakes of Princess's car, it fell on him, killing him. Princess's mother just called me about an hour ago to tell me this.
While I was not very close to Princess's father (I am good friends with her mother, that is how she became my "niece"), I have met him a few times, and he is a pretty alright guy. A year older than me, about my size, and absolutely wouldn't let anything happen to his oldest child, his princess. He liked the fact that, while she was living down here on her own her last year of high school, she had me to watch out for her, being as overprotective of her as he is. She, in turn, worshipped him, as many firstborn daughters do.
I am having trouble forming coherent thoughts, and while usually somewhat unflappable, and shaking a bit right now. I called Princess, but only got her voicemail. I am waiting to hear back from her to see if there is anything I can do and if, in fact, she needs me up there with her. If so, I am gone. I will pack my bag, shower, and hit the road immediately for that nine hour drive across the state. I have already gotten my shift tonight covered (I would be useless anyway), and have someone in place to cover my shifts, if necessary, the next two days. Beyond that, if I am still up there, I have no doubt that The Bar's management will bend over backwards to get my shift covered. Not only do they love me, but Princess used to work there as a hostess, and they adore her as well.
I am not much one for prayer. Princess, on the other hand, is a devout Christian. If you believe in the power of prayer, please pray for her. She is undoubtedly in hell right now, and it's only going to get worse. Since he was working on her car, there is a good chance that she will feel, in addition to profound grief, unbearable guilt. It's not rational, but it does happen.
I swear, the next person that tells me Princess is not my "real niece" because we are not related by blood is going to get punched right in the face.
I don't know what else to say. This sucks.
Yesterday, while her father was working on the brakes of Princess's car, it fell on him, killing him. Princess's mother just called me about an hour ago to tell me this.
While I was not very close to Princess's father (I am good friends with her mother, that is how she became my "niece"), I have met him a few times, and he is a pretty alright guy. A year older than me, about my size, and absolutely wouldn't let anything happen to his oldest child, his princess. He liked the fact that, while she was living down here on her own her last year of high school, she had me to watch out for her, being as overprotective of her as he is. She, in turn, worshipped him, as many firstborn daughters do.
I am having trouble forming coherent thoughts, and while usually somewhat unflappable, and shaking a bit right now. I called Princess, but only got her voicemail. I am waiting to hear back from her to see if there is anything I can do and if, in fact, she needs me up there with her. If so, I am gone. I will pack my bag, shower, and hit the road immediately for that nine hour drive across the state. I have already gotten my shift tonight covered (I would be useless anyway), and have someone in place to cover my shifts, if necessary, the next two days. Beyond that, if I am still up there, I have no doubt that The Bar's management will bend over backwards to get my shift covered. Not only do they love me, but Princess used to work there as a hostess, and they adore her as well.
I am not much one for prayer. Princess, on the other hand, is a devout Christian. If you believe in the power of prayer, please pray for her. She is undoubtedly in hell right now, and it's only going to get worse. Since he was working on her car, there is a good chance that she will feel, in addition to profound grief, unbearable guilt. It's not rational, but it does happen.
I swear, the next person that tells me Princess is not my "real niece" because we are not related by blood is going to get punched right in the face.
I don't know what else to say. This sucks.




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