My Uncle died yesterday. This would be Boog's Great Uncle and my father's only brother and sibling.
I got a call last night that my dad's brother was being taken off life support. We didn't even know he was in the hospital till last night-although we knew he was battling cancer. I was sure my dad would fly to Portland, Ore. to be at his funeral but this morning when I called him to ask him to include me if he was flying out there he told me he wasn't going. He said he told his brother everything he needed to say last time he talked to him. He told me that it was too expensive to fly out there. And I told him, "Dad, I will pay for you to fly out there if that's the problem. I can do this, I can make this happen for you." and he said, "I appreciate that Sharon (my dad always calls me Sharon when he's trying to get a point across) but we said our goodbyes."
Apparently my brother offered to fly out with them and he told him the same thing.
It's dark and cold today, although there is nearly no snow left on the ground. It rained the past two nights. I made a carrot cake this morning. I thought of my Grandma Shrum and how she baked all the time and it was always something scratch it seemed until her later years. The smell of cinnamon in the house is helping me cope and making me think of her.
It's funny how kitty's know when your sad, because my cat is right here for me to lean my head on and you know she has a big black, soft, coat and she's just sitting in the window next to me allowing me to invade her space. I one time asked my mom if she thought my cat loved me and she said, "He loves you as much as a cat can love."
Both of my cats have been acting different today, probably because they know something is up.
Last night I was getting pizza because it was "Pizza Friday" and I was crying in the car, and Booga tried to hug me and every once in a while he would brush a tear from my cheek. I told him he was such a nice boy.
The world goes on...It keeps spinning. People keep buying and selling, cats keep meowing, boys keep sleeping, babies keep smiling, diminished somewhat by that one person who is absent in the world.
Apparently my brother offered to fly out with them and he told him the same thing.
It's dark and cold today, although there is nearly no snow left on the ground. It rained the past two nights. I made a carrot cake this morning. I thought of my Grandma Shrum and how she baked all the time and it was always something scratch it seemed until her later years. The smell of cinnamon in the house is helping me cope and making me think of her.
It's funny how kitty's know when your sad, because my cat is right here for me to lean my head on and you know she has a big black, soft, coat and she's just sitting in the window next to me allowing me to invade her space. I one time asked my mom if she thought my cat loved me and she said, "He loves you as much as a cat can love."
Both of my cats have been acting different today, probably because they know something is up.
Last night I was getting pizza because it was "Pizza Friday" and I was crying in the car, and Booga tried to hug me and every once in a while he would brush a tear from my cheek. I told him he was such a nice boy.
The world goes on...It keeps spinning. People keep buying and selling, cats keep meowing, boys keep sleeping, babies keep smiling, diminished somewhat by that one person who is absent in the world.
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