Sunday, March 25, 2012
Anyhoo, I told these folks that the Hecklers were coming into town next week to stay 2 nights with us, and maybe we could get together then. They said OK! So after all was said and done we had called a few more people, and we got a reunion goin'.
18 of us had a gab fest, laughed a lot, got perturbed when we couldn't hear a damn thing, got helped out by those who can still hear well, got helped up outta low chairs and couches when our gettin-up got up and went, and in general had a great time!!
Two of our beloved widows agreed to be picked up and brought to the house for however long they could take all the noise, and they were troopers, probably pushing beyond their normal endurance!
God bless us everyone, and THANK YOU that we had a beautiful day and night of reunion! (Today it is raining like mad.) 8 of us even stayed awake talking until after 10 PM. So there, old age! Take that!
(ok, don't send me hate mail, friends, I be teasing you... even tho I AM just a kid compared to Ed.
HI, ED! )
Thanks to those who drove almost 2 hours to get here. It sure was fun, and so great to see everyone!
Posted by Gramma Jayne at 7:12 PM
Sunday, March 04, 2012
I thought if Dad was visiting here now and I could take him outside to see my garden of peas and beets before he left, he'd probably say, "ok, Jaynie; I gotta go home now, so I'll take a pee and beat it!"
Then I remembered the night he died in 1984. It was March 5 when I spent the night at his house because he was fading away and fixin on dying. He got up from his bed to pee... he didn't want any help, and was strong enough to make it to the bathroom on his own. Then he got back in bed and beat it to the other side of the veil within the hour. I'd never seen anything quite like that before ... or since.
I did have an old Italian guy as a patient one night when I worked Med-Surg who ate a big plate of his wife's homemade spagetti and meatballs then died 2 hours later so peacefully. But he was bedridden already and couldn't get up to pee. I just could not explain to all those family members how a guy could wolf down a huge batch of spagetti then die without going comatose for a few days at least. Maybe their local padre gave them a good explanation. I just accept that The Lord has mysterious ways.
Anyhooo... I still miss Dad. And this time every March something brings back the memories. This time it was peas and beets.
Posted by Gramma Jayne at 5:16 PM