The Angels called him Home

My dear, dear friend Libby

I gladly gave up ER to talk to you, you should know that. I needed a pick me up that night. My uncle passed away Saturday afternoon, not long after I left their home. My sister was with him when he drew his last breath. His daughter had just walked out of the room. It has been just like losing my Dad all over again. He looked so much like my Dad laying there. I never thought that before, they looked so different to me when they were side by side. My Dad passed away at 88, so did Uncle John and both in December, 4 years and 10 days apart. My sister went to the hospital on Thursday night. She said she felt our father's presence in the room. He was there waiting for his brother to come home to Heaven. Today was the memorial service and that was hard. Kathy, my sister, spoke about how much Uncle John affected our lives. I was crying and no tissues to be found anywhere. This very nice young woman sitting next me did her best to console me. After my sister finished speaking, the young woman asked if Kathy was my daughter??? I think it is high time I highlight my hair again and get rid of the gray!! I am 57 and Kathy is 51, does that tell you anything about my hair. Usually everyone thinks I am the younger one.

My car had to be towed back to the shop Sunday night. I took Elvis with me to the credit union. Yes, on a early Sunday evening. As I was leaving the ATM, the lights seemed to be dim. Then the speedometer dropped to 0. I pulled into the parking lot at Fred's. Called my brother and roadside assistance. I was afraid I wouldn't make it home safely. My brother brought Elvis and me home.The towtruck took the car. Monday the mechanic told me a wire was corroded due to the oil leak. The alternator wasn't working due to this so the battery wasn't charging. I get the car back on Wednesday if the part comes in.

Had to turn on the AC today. 80 outside at least and very muggy, inside the house too. Tomorrow is another day. Love to all of you out there in blog land...