A Tribute to Chris Amey

I know that so far most of my blog posts have been what some people would consider funny and other people would consider fucked up. Well this post is going to be a little bit different in that it will be a moderately serious post. If you are looking for something funny turn back now because this post is not it.

This post comes a little bit late in perspective to when this event happened but I have been very busy with school so I have not be able to post in awhile. The event that I will be writing about has actually been mentioned in my Home for the Holidays post. At the very end I mention having to go back to MO for my Uncle Chris' funeral. Well that was a true story except that he died in a car crash, not a buggy/horse fucking incident. He died due to complications of the car accident on January 2, 2009. He was 49 years old and to put it in the words of LSB "He was technically my cousin, I called him Uncle, and considered him a brother". I was fortunate to have been able to spend most of my life around my uncle. He always lived within 30 minutes of my house and i would usually hang out with him and his son Eli. We had many good times together which included random jam sessions at his house or mine as he was a singer/songwriter/musician and a damn good one at that too, talking about arrowheads as we are both intrested in Native American history, or just traveling together to setup music gigs or to deliver dog food. He was always good for a word of advice along with a pop at the convenient store if you rode with him.

Well the night I got the call I was sitting in the GAY house drunk off my ass since it was obviously Christmas break and what better to do than drink right. Well here I am sitting in our Grand High Wizard's apartment being drunk, watching a comedian, and watching our Grand High Wizard(GHW) play World of Warcraft(WOW) when suddenly my phone rings and I see that it is my aunt, not the pizza I ordered. So i clear my thoughts so as to be able to speak clearly to my aunt and answer the phone. "Hello?" I answered un-sure of why she was calling me at 3 a.m. The answer I receive is my Dad's voice saying "Son, I have some bad news...Your Uncle Chrisy was killed in a car accident earlier tonight". At this point I lost it. There were only two people besides myself who witnessed the events that proceded from that phone call and I am glad there wasn't more. I immediatley began to cry probably as hard as I ever had. My dad told me to call my mom as we was going to see my Grandma Mary( the mother of Chris). So I called my mom and tried to speak with her for a little bit, but was crying so hard that I could barley speak.

After I got off the phone with my mom, I called my brother or, LSB as he is known in this here blog , He was already on his way home from the bar he was drinking at. When I hung up I went upstairs to my room to get my hoody. I sat down on my futon and immediately threw my cell phone against the brick wall of my room in anger at the world. Finally, my brother arrived and I went back to his place for a little while. When I was done crying for the night I came back to the GAY house and fell asleep.

Over the next few days I had random outbursts of crying. One particularly bad one was when I was listening to some music on my computer and had placed it on shuffle. All of the sudden one of my Uncle's songs comes blaring out of the speakers and I loose it again.

Well I went back home for the funeral which as the funeral home director said "If a funeral can be called good, That was one of the best I have ever seen. If we would have known you guys were going to put on a concert we would have charged admission" The reason for her saying this was as I mentioned earlie my uncle was a musician so all through his funeral my Aunts and Uncles all of whom are very musically talented, sang multiple songs including some of My Uncle's works. I had to come back to T-town the day after the funeral so not much time to visit but anyway everything had been good until one night a few days back I became intoxicated and someone played a song that reminded me of him and I ended up crying myself to sleep that night.

So, for all of you who are still reading and expecting something funny I'm sorry that I ruined your expectations but I did warn you at the beginning. With that being said I will leave you with a question from one of my Uncle's songs. "Where do angels go, when they say good-bye?"