Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Daisies at my mothers doorstep

This past weekend I found out that my uncle has cirrhosis of the liver. This is my mother's brother and the only member of her immediate family still living. She lost her parents 18 years ago. Just a little bit about my uncle, he was in and out of different treatment facilities as a boy, he was shipped off to military school to try to help but with no avail. In his adult life he was married and had 5 children (one of which died as a child). He is now divorced and pretty much has been on and off drugs his entire life. It's really sad but at the same time I'm not sure there is much any of us can do. My mom tried to help him, took him into her home, helped him find a job and an apartment but he was fired and ended up going back to where he lived before which is across the country from us. Needless to say my mother was very sad when she heard the news and I just felt like I should go visit her (it's a 4 hour drive) and take my kids to help her smile. Right before we were about to leave Spencer's friend called to see if he could come play. I overheard him on the phone telling his friend that we had to go see his grandma because her brother was going to die because he drinks so much. I'm not sure how the rest of the conversation went because I was busy packing up the car but I'm sure it would have been really interesting to listen to. We drove the 4 hours, which was quite an event. For some reason there was traffic in the middle of nowhere and then it seemed like the semi trucks were purposely driving side by side to see how many cars they could back up. I doubt that was really the case but when you are in a hurry it sure feels that way. My husband was so frustrated and at one point said, "Uhhh morons!" In the back seat I heard Kaden in his little 2 year old voice say, "Ahh moron!" We all started laughing and so he did it again and again. Moron seemed to be the word of the day! When we arrived at my moms we parked behind her house so she couldn't see our car. Then I gave each of my boys a daisy (her favorite flower) and sent them up to the door to surprise grandma. When she opened the door there they were, as cute as can be with flowers in hand and a grin on each face. She was so happy to see them and at least for a couple days could put a smile on her face.
Apparently moron continued to be the word of the day into Sunday. We went to church with my parents and as to keep my children quiet during the service I gave Tyce a picture of Jesus and 2 fishermen. Tyce turned to me and pointed at the 2 fishermen and then said, "Mom, who are those 2 morons anyways?" He caught me a little off guard and I may have laughed out loud as I explained who the men where.
Needless to say we had a great weekend and it's so nice to have family that lives close so you can all come together in times like these. It makes me grateful for my parents and for my brothers and sisters and that I'm lucky to have them all in my life!


jules said...

Sorry to hear about your Uncle.
But those boys SO SO cute, what a funny story. Morons, LOL

We had a similar incedent, 2 teenaged boys walking in the middle of the road too cool to move, I said look at those weirdos and now my daughter calls EVERYONE weirdos!! LOL

Kids are too funny!

SweetAbbs said...

I hadn't checked your blog in a few days and was interested to find this post b/c I have a post on mine about uncle danny that is still in the composition stages. Well it was almost gone and then Blogger ate it but yeah, anyway. Funny that we would both have enough feelings stirred at the news that we would post about it.