fureverywhere
beloved friend who will always be with us in spiri
- Location
- Northern NJ, USA
I sure most of us have a family member or three who aren't our favorite people. My uncle was one of them for me. Antlers and deer heads as home décor? Nah, even as a kid it creeped me out. A full case of hunting rifles? Nope couldn't understand that either. His child was one of those winners who would break his arm beating on someone then re-break it hitting someone with his cast. His Dad treated him like a dog..." Come on now Sean!", if Sean didn't move fast enough he was going to cry.
My Dad was Alan Alda, Sean's Dad was "Git R Done". Silly enough the corker was a few years ago at a family reunion. Everyone was eating and having fun. There was a bean bag toss game set up. Me and a bunch of my kids started to play...then we got a bit silly and started pelting each other with bean bags. Much laughter...suddenly my Uncle popped up sputtering because we weren't playing the game properly...he collected his bean bags and won a special place on my crap list.
Mostly that he addressed us like he did when the cousins were children. At the time I was thinking " I am almost fifty frickin' years old and you still haven't changed ya bastard". Fortunate they are several states away so easy to avoid. Today my Dad called, during the day, a rare thing. That Uncle developed a blood clot on top of other ills, apparently paralyzed now. I know their faith wouldn't allow them to check him out peacefully...but yeah, he wasn't bad enough to deserve that.
My Dad was Alan Alda, Sean's Dad was "Git R Done". Silly enough the corker was a few years ago at a family reunion. Everyone was eating and having fun. There was a bean bag toss game set up. Me and a bunch of my kids started to play...then we got a bit silly and started pelting each other with bean bags. Much laughter...suddenly my Uncle popped up sputtering because we weren't playing the game properly...he collected his bean bags and won a special place on my crap list.
Mostly that he addressed us like he did when the cousins were children. At the time I was thinking " I am almost fifty frickin' years old and you still haven't changed ya bastard". Fortunate they are several states away so easy to avoid. Today my Dad called, during the day, a rare thing. That Uncle developed a blood clot on top of other ills, apparently paralyzed now. I know their faith wouldn't allow them to check him out peacefully...but yeah, he wasn't bad enough to deserve that.