First things first.
The tacos at this old joint that daddy used to frequent –
are so simple yet delicious. Soft, chunky, salty meat, paired with cool lettuce
and tomatoes, and topped with salty fresh cheese. Simple, yet satisfying.
This of course was on the way to see daddy’s old uncle Ken.
He apparently was diagnosed with death on the doorsteps. His daughter Stephanie
was there and so was his sister (your daddy’s mom) taking care of him and
watching him slowly come off every drug he ever took.
Doctors gave him hours to live, due to numerous (five) blood
clots in his brain, and fact that he simply is weathered and old.
I asked God to give uncle Ken a chance to redeem himself
before he goes. And somehow not only he’s still alive to the date (I actually
wrote this article on 8/7/2012), but his blood clots are gone and supposedly he
didn’t have any drugs in his system as of last check up. (people that say
miracles don’t happen, take a step back)
Logan and Brent were VERY good, considering that nobody let them into the room with all the beepy and bleepy buttons and lights.
We also happened by daddy’s grandma’s house. Unfortunately I
did not take pictures of that place. A very mentally lost uncle Phil lives
there. And while there are a few happy memories of family get-togethers there
for your daddy, it is an old place and very small. Kind of reminded me of my
own grandma’s house. Except this one was bigger and full of cigarette smoke and
clutter. Uncle Phil is an artistic hoarder. He spent nearly a lifetime filling
his old room with knick-knacks and toys and crap. And it’s now at a point where
no one can walk into it. Looks like something out of a scary movie – there was
so much stuff I couldn’t even focus.
All in all God is good folks, a) we don’t have to live
there, b) uncle Ken is doing better :)
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