Monday, March 5, 2007

So yeah... Tomorrow Mom wants me to go forth and continue my search for a job...

I found out my Uncle George is in the hospital, he's been in there since my Grandmother was in and out of there last week. My Aunt and Uncle kept it a secret so no one would be worried. It's funny how hearing about family deaths or tragedies, I always hear about them last minute.

Tim is coming back tomorrow. He went to Jackson to see his mother before she started radiation. I feel bad for his situation. She doesn't want him to see her when she starts treatment.

All of these things lately have reminded me of when my Uncle Bill was dying and they wouldn't let us see him the night before he passed. It was raining and we were in my Mom's smelly, old Nissan. I was playing with a toy horse that my Uncle had bought for me for Christmas. He had velvet like fur and was patched brown and white. I used to carry him around like he was a stuffed animal. I remember his bridle broke once and my Uncle had fixed it for me, though he was bed ridden by the that time. I have only been to one funeral in my life and I remember his vividly. They had an open visitation. I remember my aunt nearly breaking down. My Grandmother straightened his pin on his suit jacket. He eyes were shut. I didn't really understand but at the same time I did. At his funeral it was pouring rain. The were so many people. Mom held me the whole time. I remember knowing my uncle was several rows up in front of my but he was in that box and wasn't coming back. The next Christmas when we came home, I asked where Uncle Bill was and My Mom told me he had passed away. I never said anything about it again. I sat in his chair and watched the cooking shows we used to watch all day. Uncle Bill loved watching those shows and I loved to sit on his knee and watch feasts be prepared both from the TV set and Mom Ritchey's kitchen. I miss him. I wish he were still here. I wish I still had my toy horse but Whitney sold him in a garage sale without me knowing it. She also sold my stuffed bob cat he had given me, too. I miss them both.

Why is death and tragedy more frequent now?
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