As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
Maybe I am different with the Holy Ghost inside of me, but something troubling happened with the uncle which did make me sad, and yes have compassion, and no I have not forgotten the crap he pulled on us.
The thing is, we had been asked to mow lawn, which we did, and pick up fallen apples which TL did, and TL mentioned that he was talking about his mother used to make apple crisp off that tree. Well it never was that tree as it is rootstock, and the tree she always had was one down in a ravine that she used to give us the bird peck apples to.
Yes real generous in she was not going to use an apple on that tree, but all she would give were bird pecks which were horrid.
So the Holy Ghost moved me to thinking before talking to TL to bake a crisp and then TL told me the story, which was a hint I suppose in he wanted a crisp. So we baked it, actually got a 40 cent Anchor Hocking deep dish too out of the thrift store in case I don't get it back, and took it over Sunday afternoon.
TL said that was the first time TL had ever seen him genuinely smile, but as we talked the smile faded as he was lost in thought and turned into a dark mood. We left and picked up more apples which would help him out as he has problems moving, but the more I thought about it and talked about it with TL, his mood had to have been one in why didn't he have kids who baked a pie for him or even cared about him in what matters.
I mean he has like 7 kids. Three are in the state he is going back to in the VA home, a 60 bed facility, and one is a doctor with money who pissed up our getting the place from him right away, the other is a son who they never do a thing with, and the last is a retread divorcee who has a new house on a mountain in having just married a retired government employee. She is the best of the lot, but none of them was willing to let their own dad live with them. All three could have switched him off at 4 months each and it is not like he can not wipe his ass or shower. He just has bad joints and would not be a problem at all, as he is active enough and could go out for coffee, but no they never offered.
That was the first thing I thought of when he said the geezer home, in he was going there to die. Each day would be in my eyes the last time I would ever look off that porch, the last time I would do anything there and it would be special and even more depressing to me, as I ain't going into any goddamn home with old droolers, and the scent of death and some fucking aides who are telling me how happy I am playing bingo and shit like that. I would find a way to die, if I had to crawl to a ravine and die of exposure.
That is what I think was soaking to uncle, in we were kind to him, and all of that was about to change, in he mentioned to TL if people wanted to out there they could come and visit him. That sounded like the world was over and he knew what was coming.
I figured if he had taken me up on my offer, that he probably could have had 2 or 3 good years yet, but once you get into those damned homes, people just go down hill. I checked and he could sign himself out, but what the hell is he going to do, as the home is in the middle of nowhere and it is not like his vehicle is going to be setting there waiting for him.
The kids won't visit, except on going through and maybe he might survive to bounce his joints back here for a reunion one more time, but he is cashing it in the minute he sets foot in that door, as that warehouse of death is all he has in this world and I would be morose as hell about it.
See if you got your home yet, you always got the illusion you are coming back when they cart you to the hospital. But once you sign over the power of attorney, the DNR and the geezer home gets your retirement and social security, you ain't getting out of there as you are the cash cow until the money runs out.
It is a reality that a dozen people probably croaked in the bed he will be crawling into, and at 60 beds, odds are by the time he dies, 25 of them will have gone tits up. That is just depressing and I can see why he was so sullen sitting in that chair in OUR living room.
So I do have compassion on him, as no one deserves that and I would hope that someone would have compassion on me. My sister and her brown nose husband sure as hell never offered to take him in, and us being homeless that is a no go here. I could have got things lined up for him so he could have sat on his ass, got a neighbor to scoop snow and I could have filled in on the chit chores like the sidewalk or picking up apples.
In his case, he could have outlasted the grim reaper to probably the final weeks, and by that time no one cares anymore if you are in the geezer coffin facility.
I just wouldn't do that to someone who treated me bad, but then we got the mother here in her obstinate bitch mode who uncle would probably love to change places with, as she does not appreciate jack or shit. Got the world by the ass, pretends she is incapable of doing things, and today when she did not know I was watching her in the mirror, she was bobbing around like a goddamn owl looking into our bedroom to see where we were at. My back should be that good to go through those kinds of gyrations.
Yeah it all comes around as it went around, but that kind of horse shit is what I deal with, and uncle has kids who just do the long distance pretend or what they can get out of him in the illusions of how wonderful they are.
Just is shit for an ending to be stuck in a mass coffin, waiting to die, and the best you got going for you is, you have the choice of watching community tv with the gummers or paying extra for a tv in your own room.
Hell of a thing, they will bury his ass in some free veteran's cemetery with a free slab and never visit him again.
His choice, and wrong choices, in he should have not listened to his viper brood and should have thrown in with me.
Nuff Said
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