My "little" sister turned 50 while I was on the road; at first determined to delay her party for a while as "she wasn't in a rush" she's now decided that "she'll always be older than me" and therefore we started trying to work things out for this weekend.
Yesterday as I got back in my truck at Sears I found a text from her saying "call me"...
"Uncle Bill called a little bit ago; Aunt Frances died this morning."
My Dad's only surviving brother, I never saw that much of him until a few years before my Dad got sick; when my Dad was dying of cancer, Uncle Bill was a rock. Always there, always the right words or the right story...his wit and smile were a great comfort.
We're still having Cindy's birthday party but it's been moved up to tomorrow; Sunday I'm driving to her house and we'll be driving to Oklahoma to spend the night. The funeral is on Monday and we'll return after. My younger son is planning to join us...
Dottie and I had been talking all summer about trying to put together a 3 day weekend to go down and see them...Aunt Frances had apparently been fine 'til the last two weeks when pneumonia "got ahold of her" and refused to "let go".
Instead of putting off the "local" relatives for the "long distance" ones, now I get to regret not doing things the other way 'round!
If you have a chance to make a phone call, write a card, or visit someone; do it while they're in your thoughts...you just never know!
May the weekend be kind to each of you!