Longing for another "chat" with mom......

8-21-09

Sitting here tonight, I find that I long to have one more talk with mom. It has been one of those weeks where you just "need" to tell your mom what is going on.

My week started with getting a tooth pulled on Monday afternoon. It would not totally numb, so I told him to get it out anyway........Wrong answer.........there was a lot of nerve pain, and it ended up being infected. It was a root canal gone bad, that was not savable, which was to be finished up the day of moms funeral, but due to circumstances beyond our control, i did not get it finished til Monday. I ended up at home for 2 1/2 days, with a very swollen jaw/cheek, and lip. there is still some pain, and swelling, but much better than what it was. It doesn't matter how old we become, we still "want or need" our moms to say it will be okay.....:)

Mazee is laying on my lap as I type, and Gracie is on the floor beside me. I wanted to tell mom this week, as I "recuperated" and watched alot of TV (food network) :) that mazee was watching TV with me, just like Candy used to do when I was little. Candy would sit on the footstool and watch. Mazee lays on my lap, eyes glued to the set and ears standing at attention. While Gracie sleeps curled up between my feet on the recliner. I wanted to tell mom that Gracie is sick. She has a doggie bladder infection, and had to go to her least favorite place today, the vet's. She is fine at the vets, til we go in the "room", and she had to get on the exam table, then she goes ballistic.

And, today I learned that my favorite uncle, Chuck, has cancer. He is 87, and has made the choice to live his life without treatment, and live as long as God allows. I agree with him. His other option for treatment was skin grafting on his arm, and the possible loss of his arm. Why go thru that pain, and numerous hospital stays, when you can stay at home, surrounded by family who love you, and will care for you? I shed a few tears when I read the email, but as my cousin said, the tears are for us, not Chuck, who is ready to go home, to meet Jesus, and see his beloved wife again. My tears are for an uncle who was my favorite growing up. Might be because he was the one who lived closest to me, but no matter, he is still my favorite. Chuck and Cathy would keep me when dad and mom were both at work, which wasn't often, cause mom did not work alot when I was little, but I would not let Cathy put me to sleep. I had to have my "Chuck,", and I as I grew he would chide others that I was "his girl". I was. and I am. :)
I love you, Uncle Chuck. Always.
I love you mom, and dad. Always. I miss you. There are so many things I want to tell you, and share with you.
Thank you for the legacy of Christian beliefs, of being able to know that I will see you again some day, maybe sooner than we think, as we watch history play out before our eyes.