Thursday, June 29, 2006

Uncle Fuzzy

My mom shared some distressing news with me today. One of my favorite uncles had to have surgery because he had a crack in his aorta. So, they did heart surgery and he's doing really well. I am talking about my Uncle Fuzzy. No, that's not his real name. He was aptly named thus because he has had a huge fuzzy beard most of his life. He always made me laugh and was the one that taught me how to cuss. Shitdamnpiss! As if they were all one word, coming out of my 2 year old mouth. I remember my dad saying once that Fuzzy's wife asked him to shave his face for once and he did. When he came out of the bathroom, she yelled at him to get back in there and put it back on. He grew it out and never shaved again. It's hard to realize that your aunts, uncles, and even your parents are getting older and the likelihood of health problems and scares will increase. I told my mom the other day that I decided that they are not allowed to grow old. I sometimes find it hard to accept that they will ever grow any older than they are now...I don't want it to happen. They were my first friends and are still my best ones. Don't tell them they're growing old though...they don't realize it yet.

I love you, Fuzzy! Stick around awhile.


Something McSomethingkins said...

I'm glad your uncle is doing okay. The aorta's kind of an important blood vessel.

I too have decided my parents can't die. Rather, I've decided no one related to me can die before me, and I plan on living a good long time. So they'll just have to live to be 135 or so.

Something McSomethingkins said...

My dad had a mustache until I was 10, then just shaved it off and never grew it back. I cried at the time. He just didn't look like my dad without the facial hair.