it begins

I'm not worried about my mental health being affected in the grief sense so much as the being an autistic fuck who can't adult by themselves sense, so keep an eye on me in that department when the time comes. I'm not a bottler at all. I bite off more than I can chew, maybe.

The philosophical side, I think thus: I already carry his legacy and will pass it on too. It's not one big thing, it's millions of little things people do that shape us. Long after we're gone, all our influences will live on in that small scale. I can live with that and die with it too, personally.

Sooo that means I've gotta have the talk. You know...wills, power of attorney medical, life support and euthanasia, emergency money, and so on.
I don't think he's taken it in beyond being the last left of his siblings. Sadly, crises like this are my forte which is why I'm thinking more practical.

I like my car, it's an i30 I've had for like 15 years, it's good, but it's not made for the Australian sun and holy shit everything in it is made of fucking plastic. That's good until it ages. Every fucking component is brittle and it looks more sun damaged than an 80s tradie.

As in, if I'm streaming, I talk about what I think about, and while it's not upsetting to me, even if it doesn't upset anyone else, it's not a fun topic! And that'd be fine if it wasn't just hypotheticals! Don't be worried about our mental state, at least not yet. And no, there's no other family...

We're fine but it's just lots and lots and lots of medical appointments with me driving and doing a lot of the talking (communication is not his strong suit). And he's slower since the knee thing, which has healed and he's otherwise mostly normal. I'd rather stream when this is not on my mind lol.

oh yeah that shit's dead for like 6 months lol

didn't get to catch up this time (I've been hella fucking busy sorry) but glad you had a good time!!