May 30th, 2013 by Clark Humphrey

Most of you know about the horrors inflicted on May 30, 2012.

About the crazed disgruntled customer who strode into Café Racer and shot five people, four of them fatally.

Who then got on a bus to downtown, where he killed a woman to steal her car.

Who then drove to West Seattle, where he killed himself as police closed in on him.

For a lot of people around the Seattle music, art, and nightlife scenes, it was a day of shock and devastation.

For me, it was just the start of the worst two weeks of my life.


While all the mourning was going on around me, I had a little birthday, gave one of my semiannual Costco Vanishing Seattle book signings, and visited the Georgetown Carnival. Racer owner Kurt Geissel was at the latter, essentially showing concerned friends that he was surviving.

It was there that I got the cell call from my brother.

My mother had gone into the hospital, for what would be the last time.

Two buses and two hours later, I was in Everett.

She had stayed un-sedated long enough for me to arrive and pay my respects, along with seven or eight of her closest friends.

An hour after that, she agreed to take the morphine.

She passed on 54 hours later.

She had always been there for me.

Now I was truly on my own.

It was, and continues to be, a struggle.

Only now am I beginning to get something of a life back together, thanks to the help of many of the same people who kept one another together after the Racer tragedy.

3 Responses  
  • Mark writes:
    May 30th, 201310:12 pmat

    Very belated condolences for the loss of your mother. Particularly amongst all the other sorrow of that time. Keep you chin up, better times ahead. From a loyal, if slightly sporadic, reader.

  • Mark writes:
    May 31st, 20139:04 amat

    Very belated condolences for the loss of your mother. Especially during such a trying time. Keep your chin up — better times ahead. From a loyal, if sporadic, reader.

  • Katie writes:
    June 8th, 201310:22 amat

    Clark, of course I realize how much your mother meant to you, and that her passing radically changed your life overnight. I think of you as going through a metamorphosis, these past months. That all adult children do when their parents (who have always been a constant in their lives) die. There’s a lot of shifting of one’s view of the world, life, aging and death. There’s the realization that you could take that place for someone, and be the thing they count upon until your own passing. It’s a new a difficult world and life, one which I have been watching, from afar, you negotiate during your grief. I think you will be okay. Life may not be what you wanted, and you have every right to anger and frustration, but you will find your way.

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