It would appear that I have somewhat of a curse hanging over my head when it comes to Destructoid meet ups.
For PAX 09, I bailed on the last day due to falling terribly ill, I still feel I made the right call but I still wonder what it would have been like if I had just went anyway. For Eurogamer 09 I couldnít get the time off work due to compulsory training that I didnít need and as it turned out, I never got anyway (gotta love working for a government department). So when I set my mind on FINALLY attending a Destructoid meet up, Eurogamer 10 would be the one and I would be there come hell or high water.
So it is the night before I make my way down to London. Itís about 1 am and Iím lying in bed pretty nervous about meeting a bunch of people off the internet all the way down in London, when suddenly the house phone goes. Thatís never a good sign.
It was my Uncle phoning to say that my Gran, who had been very ill for a long time, seemed to be at the end. My Dad went up to the care home to be with her in her final moment whilst I lay wide awake in bed, contemplating what the fuck I was going to do now. I felt selfish for still wanting to go to Eurogamer, but I didnít want to bail out of yet another meet up. I was pretty conflicted and it felt like no matter choice I made, I was being a prick to someone.
At around 5 in the morning, my Dad came home and told me my Gran had passed away peacefully in her sleep surrounded by loved ones. It was both comforting and sad at the same time. After a talk with my family, we all agreed that my Gran would have wanted me to still go to Eurogamer and have fun, plus the funeral wouldnít be till Monday at the earliest, so Iíd be back in plenty of time. So, still slightly unsure I was doing the right thing, I made my way to London.
did I ever
make the right choice.
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