I just got back from the visitation at the funeral home. I was surprised to see it was open casket. Nick looked pretty good, I guess. It was very sad. I felt so useless, standing there and having nothing I could do to help his parents but say “I’m so sorry.”
The funeral is tomorrow. There was talk of burying Nick next to my brother Brian, but apparently that’s not an option so he’s going in a different cemetery altogether. I got some information for local support groups that I’m going to give to his parents when I see them tomorrow at the service.
This is the first (and hopefully the last) time anything like this has happened in my family. We can only speculate as to why, but apparently there were a lot more problems than most people knew about, and my nephew must have been suffering horribly.
You all might recall my nephew, Nick. In 2014 he was diagnosed with a brain tumor that, I heard, was supposed to kill him, except it didn’t. Then this past summer, he was in a car wreck and was ejected from the vehicle. 75% of that time that happens, the person dies. Nick lived. We all started saying that he had nine lives or something.
I’m not close to that branch of the family and rarely see them except on holidays. The last time I saw Nick was at Christmas. I think the only thing I said to him was something like “Wear your seat belt next time.” Which, I suppose, he must have heard a gazillion times before.
Well, my nephew died yesterday, at around one p.m. Alone, at home, and with no warning at all. We’re all stunned. He had never indicated that anything was wrong. He had bought a car, he had a girlfriend. No one knows why this happened and we may never know.
When I heard the news I was on my way to a comedy club with Michael and my father. I’d gotten free tickets for me and seven other people and we were all supposed to meet up at the club. Well, when Dad and I found out what happened we were suddenly not in the mood for comedy. So we went there, I got all my friends inside saying I couldn’t do it because of a family emergency, and then Dad and I left and took Michael’s car back to his house.
None of us knew of anything we could do that would help the situation. Mom (who was the one who told me) said not to call my brother yet. Dad and I wound up watching a TV documentary about jellyfish because we couldn’t think of anything else to do.
I can’t imagine the pain my brother and his wife and their other kids are going through right now.
Nick was 23 years old.
My latest ET entry is for one Joseph Wall, a British colonial administrator. He was convicted of murder and then hanged on this day in 1802, after he had seven of his men severely whipped — three of them fatally — in what is now the African nation of Senegal.
I have written before about the pre-disappearance online presence of MPs. I just found another, while researching Steven Jones’s case (they’ve found the motorcycle, but not, apparently, his body). I’m quite sure that he’s the same Steven Jones who got sued six years ago because of some comments he posted on the internet. The place is right, the age is right, and my Steven Jones was apparently outspoken, just like the Steven Jones who posted the online comments.
Of course this has nothing to do with anything. I’m just throwing that tidbit out there.
It would be nice if the authors of this article could provide additional information on this disappearance, or at least, about the disappeared person herself. I had never heard of Sonya Tukes before. She’s not listed in NamUs and I don’t have any descriptive info other than what I can glean from the photo. I don’t have the date for when she disappeared. I don’t have anything I can really use to construct a casefile, not even a bare-bones one.
I noticed that Arkadiy Tashman, a seventeen-year-old from New York City, disappeared eleven years ago today. He left behind a note which I can’t interpret any other way but as a suicide note, but there was no other sign. He seems to have vanished without a trace.
If Arkadiy is still alive, he’d be 28. This is a very mysterious case.