Uncle Mike
ok so Sunday morning at about 6am my mother called me with some very bad news..
my uncle mike who i hold very dear to me passed away Sunday morning .
i must say this was a great shock, as i had talked to him eariler on Saturday and he was supposed to be realised from the hospital on Tuesday.
he sounded fine and in realitivly good spirits but apparently his heart just stopped Sunday morning at 2:30 am
well
i quickly gathered a few belongings and my foster. and the 2 of us drove straight through to
NY
we got here at 3:30 am .
i brought him with me for 2 reasons .
#1 he’s my responsibility so i didn’t want him to be “dumped” on John.
#2 there was a SLIM chance that someone up here would adopt him.
he seems to fit better up here, he likes the cooler climate .
and big yellow dogs are apparently easier to adopt up here in farm country..
if any one knows of a person who is looking for a nice`big yellow dog in the areas of Pine Bush , montgomery , up to Kingston and Suagerties . or a rescue with room let me know .
now as far as family stuff.
This uncle was the closest family member that i had . and it deeply pains me that i wasn’t able to see him one last time..
the wake and funerals wil be friday sautday. they’ll finalise plans this week.
in the mean time my Aunt is still in the hospital and i’ll be visiting her up their today..
what happened:
last Wednesday night .
my aunt who is admittedly getting a little senile . went to go to the bathroom and opened the celler stairs instead in fell.
my uncle rushed to help her and got to excited and fell down after her.
also passing out.
she got up and managed to get to back to bed but it wasn’t till a few hours latter when uncle came too that he wasable to get to a phone and call 911
they had to break down the door to get to them.
and took the mboth to Benedictine in Kingston NY
my aunt had afew broken bones in her neck and a few brokem toes . and was a bit out of it . haveing to kept being remided of why she couldn’t leave bed .
uncle was fine except for a few scraps and bruses and was simply under opservation , we weretold he was to be sent home on tuesday.
my aunt and my parents were making arraangment to have them come live with my parents for a little bit , whilr my aunt put and addition on ther house .
figureing the aunt lo wil have to be put in intermentiate care for a bit to recuiperate.
I talked to mmy uncle inediatly afte ri heard the nes i calledand got his line . and i called saturday yo check onhim.
he had said on the phone that he was leaving on sunday…
after that i called to varify with my parents and they said no tursday.
but he left sunday any way ..
it just hurts so bad .
i was working on my final project partily for him .
he loves trains , and i was recreating our historic roundhouse in savannah i had talked to him before the incident and told him that when i come up i wanted to tape him telling stories becuse he was 92 and i loved his stories , he was mailman in the armed forces durring WW2, air force i beleive but he got air sick.. and he would tell of how when he was mail man on tehe boats that if they got thesignal that german s were coming they had to destroy the mail.. he toldabout sitting long hours on cold quite water at night waiting for an ok to bring the mail in ..
he worked at IBM kingston when it took a train and 80 cars to movea computer
about how when he was working at Miniwaska and mohonkmountain hous ehe met my Aunt losis and how romantic it was , he acctually tossed little pebbles at her window at night and seranated her in the moon light. .
i remeber the farm growing up , and the hourses he cared for but he wasn’t really a hoursemen they were his MIL’s they but he likesthen any way .
ithe summers at his house those were the best weeks of my lfe.
i worried about them when i left for college in 2002, i was afraid i wouldn’t get back in time . i’d call or write . and send pictures .but i missed them so much..
I’ll be up with aunt lois today with my laptop to atleast show her the projects i’ve been working on .
but saddly this is now my 3rd most infuental person that i’ve lost and i thin i’llm ake my final my tribut to them
miss White my 4th grade teacher. she wasa historian .
Mr Daum, my 12th grade , photo and computer art teacher.
and My Uncle Mike.
just all around insperational person and train lover .
i’m doing a histric documtary , on the paintshops of the roundhouse that will have to be recreted in 3-d ,
If these 3 hadn’t shaped my life in some way this peice wouldn’t of even of been thought up.
any waty i’ll be checking in periodically.
Mary
