the day that tears ran free, and flowed as blood
Hey guys, i already know that i've made a pretty long post today, but i just thought that everyone might like to be kept in the loop when earthshaking things happen. So here is one.
My uncle walter, as most of you know as my favorite great uncle, and who always called us his grand neices, becuse nowhere else could could you find grander neices, is dying from cancer. Today happens to be my grandmas birthday, as if you read the previous post you'd know, and she was the one who found out about it first. My mother came home today, after delevering the cookies i had made for her, and told me in this voice. She said "oh yah, you remember uncle walter right? Well, hes in the hospital right now...". that is on the top ten list of what NOT to hear when eating. Anyways, i was pretty shocked, and asked if he was ok. Just as i absorbed this new info, my dad walked in and asked how much longer UNcle Walter has with us. I was like, WHAT? But, you only said that he was in the hospital.
It turns out he has sever cancer, and has two days to two weeks to live. MAxium.
He doesn't want anyone to cry over him (too damn late), and he doesn't want to scare anyone. So we're not allowed to go see him. He's just not up to it, and has asked everyone just to remain home and not worry, or to miss him. He doesn't want to make anyone go out of their way for him, and he doesn't want to be a burden.
I also feel soo bad for my grandfather. He is the oldest of about 6 sons, and over the years he's watched all his little brothers die, while he remains. Now, he's mainsly blind, deaf and feels like a burden himself. Which he is anything but .
Uncle walter gave me some of the best things i own over the years. He gave me the first pairs of high heels tthat made me feel pretty and important, when i steeped into them. They were just plain black, but they had a little bow on each shoe that looked like a flower. He also was the first man who ever made me feel like i actually was a princess. My grandpa made me feel like an angel, something so fragil (while we all know i am not), that it was to be treated with the utmost care and love, along with cookies and bearhugs. My family has a warped idea of fragile.
And now, one of those extrodanry men could very esaly leave my life forever, and i'd never see him again. Never see his smile, nor hear his laugh. Never to experance his bearhugs, or his stores of back in the day.
But, sinse he is not allowing us to go and shower him in our love, i am going to make him a card. So, i shall give updates, hopefully happy ones, and chris has just found out, as i just told him cause he just signed on, and now we shall be miserable together.
My uncle walter, as most of you know as my favorite great uncle, and who always called us his grand neices, becuse nowhere else could could you find grander neices, is dying from cancer. Today happens to be my grandmas birthday, as if you read the previous post you'd know, and she was the one who found out about it first. My mother came home today, after delevering the cookies i had made for her, and told me in this voice. She said "oh yah, you remember uncle walter right? Well, hes in the hospital right now...". that is on the top ten list of what NOT to hear when eating. Anyways, i was pretty shocked, and asked if he was ok. Just as i absorbed this new info, my dad walked in and asked how much longer UNcle Walter has with us. I was like, WHAT? But, you only said that he was in the hospital.
It turns out he has sever cancer, and has two days to two weeks to live. MAxium.
He doesn't want anyone to cry over him (too damn late), and he doesn't want to scare anyone. So we're not allowed to go see him. He's just not up to it, and has asked everyone just to remain home and not worry, or to miss him. He doesn't want to make anyone go out of their way for him, and he doesn't want to be a burden.
I also feel soo bad for my grandfather. He is the oldest of about 6 sons, and over the years he's watched all his little brothers die, while he remains. Now, he's mainsly blind, deaf and feels like a burden himself. Which he is anything but .
Uncle walter gave me some of the best things i own over the years. He gave me the first pairs of high heels tthat made me feel pretty and important, when i steeped into them. They were just plain black, but they had a little bow on each shoe that looked like a flower. He also was the first man who ever made me feel like i actually was a princess. My grandpa made me feel like an angel, something so fragil (while we all know i am not), that it was to be treated with the utmost care and love, along with cookies and bearhugs. My family has a warped idea of fragile.
And now, one of those extrodanry men could very esaly leave my life forever, and i'd never see him again. Never see his smile, nor hear his laugh. Never to experance his bearhugs, or his stores of back in the day.
But, sinse he is not allowing us to go and shower him in our love, i am going to make him a card. So, i shall give updates, hopefully happy ones, and chris has just found out, as i just told him cause he just signed on, and now we shall be miserable together.
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