Gibson
01-04-2013, 08:37 AM
I'm posting here as well as I consider some of you my internet friends.
My Aunt died yesterday and I tell you, the older I get the more mortality enters the picture. She seemed old but okay, by all accounts. But landed in the hospital over some confusion issues. I thought it was just early dementia (she was 74) but then they tell them that she has brain cancer, liver cancer, and spinal (bone) cancer. She died 10 days later. Unreal. I 'grow'd' up with her she was like a second mother to me. Her husband was like a father to me. Took me fishin' all the time. My cousin (his son) and myself would be setting on "go" as soon he got home from the coal mines. He'd take us to get some minnows/crickets/nightcrawlers and off to the the strip cut lakes we'd head. Damned good times. [Kids nowadays sit in front of a damn video game. . . during the summer my mom threw me out of the house around 8 am and hell, I was 7 or 8 years old. Me and the cousin mentioned above hit the woods. At lunch we'd go back, wolf down a sandwich, and head back to the woods. After I hit 10, I got to take my handy dandy .410 gauge single shot with me.] That, my friends, is how everyone ought to grow up. The uncle was and still is a preacher, not one of those "dearly beloved" types but a real country preacher, you know the kind that is still human. . . he'll grab a chew and he will converse in the riverbank vernacular with you but a fine man of God: decent and charitable. He 'done' for me, I know that. My aunt Shirley Davis was one fine woman as well. She'll be missed by me, I'll tell ya.
I decided to feel bad for a few days. . . I feel better later. . .
My Aunt died yesterday and I tell you, the older I get the more mortality enters the picture. She seemed old but okay, by all accounts. But landed in the hospital over some confusion issues. I thought it was just early dementia (she was 74) but then they tell them that she has brain cancer, liver cancer, and spinal (bone) cancer. She died 10 days later. Unreal. I 'grow'd' up with her she was like a second mother to me. Her husband was like a father to me. Took me fishin' all the time. My cousin (his son) and myself would be setting on "go" as soon he got home from the coal mines. He'd take us to get some minnows/crickets/nightcrawlers and off to the the strip cut lakes we'd head. Damned good times. [Kids nowadays sit in front of a damn video game. . . during the summer my mom threw me out of the house around 8 am and hell, I was 7 or 8 years old. Me and the cousin mentioned above hit the woods. At lunch we'd go back, wolf down a sandwich, and head back to the woods. After I hit 10, I got to take my handy dandy .410 gauge single shot with me.] That, my friends, is how everyone ought to grow up. The uncle was and still is a preacher, not one of those "dearly beloved" types but a real country preacher, you know the kind that is still human. . . he'll grab a chew and he will converse in the riverbank vernacular with you but a fine man of God: decent and charitable. He 'done' for me, I know that. My aunt Shirley Davis was one fine woman as well. She'll be missed by me, I'll tell ya.
I decided to feel bad for a few days. . . I feel better later. . .