What’s gramma gonna do with a drone?!
What’s gramma gonna do with a drone?!
My wife’s beloved and jovial grandfather committed suicide with a .38 revolver after a prolonged bout of health issues that left him feeling desperate and dependant on his family for care. My wife’s father finds his dad dead with pistol laying next to him. After the funeral, we’re going through the possessions of the estate, and seeing that pistol laying on the table and watching everyone relive that loss was just terrible.
15 years later, my wife’s father dies of heart issues. Invariably, we find it again amongst her father’s possessions. It compounded the feeling of loss already being felt by the sudden and unexpected death of her father.
My brother-in-law has it now and has already had one stroke. He is petty shitty at taking care of himself and we expect he won’t be around too much longer. My wife and I know we get to revisit that damn gun again. Should it come to us, I’ll melt it with a torch into slag and drop it into a lake to rust into nothing.
I realize that we’re the last ones to know and feel what pain that weapon was at the center of. Our kids weren’t even alive when it was used that way, and they’d likely see it as a family curiosity piece. That said, like our family members, it needs to be put to rest once and for all. It’s been a part of too much pain.
Plan to melt the damn thing down. It has done enough harm.
Been through this. It’s weird.
Wow! 10 years is a long time for an SD!
Backups are so easy on Raspbian that every couple of years I swap out the SD cards from the old set to a new one, and just keep the old ones around in case one of the new ones decide to croak out.
“You can always tell a Milford man.”
I must confess to missing the vastness of Reddit, but I’ll never go back. The company I keep here is better, by far.
Hol’up. They don’t want that?
You forgot the “/s” bro
The hive mind is strong with this one.
Ones a vampiric blight on society, and the other is a beloved drag racing grandad from a 60’s sitcom.
Would it help if I said “please”?
He should stop threatening us with a good time.
I was a better person having never seen this.
Congrats! That’s awesome!
We were raised in a pretty strict environment and, unfortunately, didn’t get much of an opportunity to experience many things during our youth out of fear and shame. Once we moved away from that horrid place and our children became adults, we were able to relax and focus on us and the things we were curious about. That liberation has given us a whole new opportunity to find exhilaration on our terms.
I don’t see us looking back any time soon.
My wife and I have been married for nearly 30 years and we’re just now learning to be our best slutty selves.
We’ve been going places to meet others and learning about their lives while sharing ours. The best opportunities usually are at the places where clothing is optional or outright banned. It’s amazing how people open up and talk about all the things when the last physical vestige of hiding is removed.
Some would point and laugh, but we’re not the ones that are lonely. Once you come to the point of reality that all of this ends, it’s easier to let go of the bullshit and just live.
Get out there!
Grifter quack.