tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798785837432777875.post2480318838535887684..comments2023-08-22T06:01:47.729-05:00Comments on Carina's Running Career: UnnecessaryCarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04079263542797994315noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798785837432777875.post-60653888788783562462016-09-13T21:51:39.433-05:002016-09-13T21:51:39.433-05:00Sorry about your uncle, and the coming losses that...Sorry about your uncle, and the coming losses that you can see on the horizon, it's so hard. I bet it meant a lot to your aunt that you called. That connection and showing you care and you're thinking of the person just means so much. Carinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04079263542797994315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798785837432777875.post-78857804310318110902016-09-12T10:43:09.312-05:002016-09-12T10:43:09.312-05:00Well first off I am glad your grandfather is still...Well first off I am glad your grandfather is still around ... but as you say it gets to a certain point where you start to wonder. I lost an uncle a few weeks ago who was 85, talking to my aunt she basically said by the end it was a relief for everyone, as his body had just given out. But before his 02 level dipped too low, he was his normal ornery, wise-cracking self - the guy I remember as a kid from the 70s and 80s. Except that he looked like a small, old, broken shell of his former hockey coach self.<br /><br />And I know I will be losing many more in the coming months ... possibly one or both of my parents, and also likely one of our friends who has been battling cancer for the last couple of years.<br /><br />And the big thing is that when I look at pictures of my Dad with his MG convertible back in ~1962, I see my older son (not even myself - I don't see myself that young), but my dad now is not terribly healthy, and wasn't able to travel for my uncle's funeral. Well ... reading that back, considering he was given the last rites 31 years ago at 45, I guess he is actually doing stellar! :D<br /><br />The other thing that struck me in your post was "I am so glad I went home". Very true - you are fortunate that everything allowed it to happen, and that you were able to make it happen. I struggled at first calling my aunt - I know what it is like when someone dies and everything is chaotic ... but I was so glad I called her. Just 10 minutes talking about life, all the kids and grandkids, and connecting. It meant everything.Michael Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03061568790581429107noreply@blogger.com