I received an email from the uncle who raised me just now:
Just wanted to let you know that your uncle Bobby just passed away at 11:30 this morning. Yesterday was his last day on dialysis because he decided to give up and the cancer was getting worse. They gave him about two weeks, but he only lasted the night. Deanna and I saw him yesterday and I believe your mother came down. I talked to Marty and he is making arrangements for some kind of service. I'll let you know when and where.
Wow...my head is spinning! I didn't even know that he was sick...go figure when you have a dysfunctional family and decide to leave one fraction...unfortunately it means you leave behind others you don't intend to. You can pretty much bank on the fact that if my biological mother is going I won't be. I will send fleurs and cards...but I refuse to put myself any where near that woman.
That is two in such a short time...what do they say? It comes in three's? Now here is the weird thing, the cousins I mentioned in my earlier post, was HIS kids! Yikes!
He was so fun when I was a kid...always called me brat...when driving my grandmother and I home he would RACE the Train on the two laned road that would take us home, before seat belts were in the back of the 50s Chevy's! His was black and white, with tuck and leather inside! AND my cousin Annette and I would ALWAYS want HIM to spank us, because he pretended...as opposed to my aunt who would really smack us hard!! Yes, we deserved it...but it was much easier if Bobby did it! : ) grin
Since I was an OC with my grandmother and uncle, Bobbie's kids were like my brother's and sister growing up, they kept me from being unbearably lonely as a kid. So I have TONS of memories at their house...we spent at least 2 or 3 days a week for YEARS together...I just realized I don't think I have a photo of him...
The best memories of him are of the kitchen, with him cooking, he should have been a chef! He was the BEST cook! And he would come up with meals when there was no money for a huge family...he would feed his 4 kids...me, my grandmother and my uncle Richard along with him and his wife! Lots of times we would have Ox tail soup...which I thought was just a name until I realized YEARS later it REALLY was an Ox tail. Then there was lots of potato peeling soup. We would save the peelings in the freezer and then he would make soup! The BEST soup ever!
Bobbie was a large man, but boy could he dance, I used to LOVE to watch him dance. And I think he is the one that looks most like my grandmother, I could look at his face and see her right there...of course a little more male...but it was my grandmother all over him. He was funny too...he had a great sense of humor...while they drank and played parlor games you could hear him bellowing his great laugh and giggle.
I am going to miss knowing he is in the world...
Happy or unhappy, families are all mysterious. We have only to imagine how differently we would be described - and will be, after our deaths - by each of the family members who believe they know us. ~Gloria Steinem