The Death of A Friend

My Last post was written in haste, and Rachael points out that it was not clear about my friend Fox. He died in his sleep early Friday morning. The horror of it all is how it came about, and the fact he was only 32 years of age.
Last week, Fox was riding his scooter home from work, one of the street legal minibikes. A man in a truck pulled out in front of him and Fox had to swerve to miss hitting the truck. He flipped the scooter and landed on the road breaking a number of ribs and destroying the bones in one of his hands. The man in the truck screamed something sarcastic out the window, like" Sorry bud, not my fault" and KEPT GOING!!! He saw Fox, as did a number of witnesses, and everyone kept going. Finally someone stopped to help him. I am ,, like his wife, totally disgusted with the inhumane callousness of this persons' actions. To just keep moving on,, always in a hurry, not my fault,,,, SON OF A BITCH ASSHOLE!!!
I don't wish harm on anyone, but I do hope that the man in the truck has a life of bad karma over this event. I hope that the witnesses,, who most likely thought,, someone else will get involved,, have nightmares for the rest of their lives. This was a fellow human, and a damn good one too, and to be so callous makes me sick and on the verge of hating humanity for such coldness of heart.
Thursday Fox went to have surgery on his hand, to see if they could make it usable again. The surgery went OK, it was an outpatient deal. When he came home, he took the prescribed pain medication (killers?) before going to bed. He never woke up. Mother Rain wakes up at five Friday morning to her husband, dead. The combination of Fox being heavy evidently made the anesthia stay in his system longer, and he took the pain medication, then slept on his back because of his hand. The coroner thinks that sleep apneia played a part and we won't know until the final results from toxicology and everything else is final.
Mother Rain and her son Houston set up a wonderful altar in memory of Fox. It had his kilt and swords and their wedding picture along with a statue of a Fox. The non pagans handled it rather well I thought and it was so difficult being there without Fox present in body. His spirit was definitely present and the air was thick with his spirit. The TV ran in the living room with his favorite movies all afternoon and night. Houston and I climbed all over the attic searching for a picture of Fox's Mother that could not be found anywhere, she had died a number of years ago and Mother Rain wanted to have it for the memorial service Monday. Fox wanted to be cremated and have his ashes spread over the same mountain in Colorado as his mother's ashes were done years ago.
I am so worried for Mother Rain and Houston, they are such good wonderful people, please kept them in your thoughts, along with the Spirit of Fox, my brother.

Connor (FOX) Buchanon
1973-2005