Whew, now I'm exhausted!!
It's late, it's been a long but amusing day and unfortunately, that's all I can say about that. So here I am under the gun and without a topic. I decided to try something different and am introducing "Improv Blog"!
I know, I'm all atingle too...
The rules are simple: I have no blog topic, I turn to my friend and ask her to pick something random, and then I write about it.
And so, here we are at "yellow roses."
My immediate thought was about my maternal grandfather, Joe. The only flowers he wanted when he died were yellow roses. I was born on my grandfather's birthday and was named after him. I have far more to say about him, but it's late and I'm exhausted, so I'll just cut to the chase.
My grandfather was diagnosed with lung cancer, cancer of the liver, and cancer of the adrenal glands during the fall of my senior year of high school. Of course, my grandfather's illness, rapid decline, and death were awful enough, but my reaction to it all was magnified due to my age. Why is everything we experience as teenagers so much more intense and melodramatic?
I do want to tell this story in more detail down the road, but I literally can't keep my eyes open right now. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
What I'd like to share with you tonight are my grandfather's dying words to my mother. I had expected him to tell her to look after my grandmother and herself and me, but should have known better. He had far more serious words to impart with his last breath......
"Keep playing my numbers."
Yeah. That's right. My grandfather's last words to my mother were for her to keep playing his lottery numbers!!
I have to wonder if he had some sort of message from the other side and we totally blew it. 'Cause last time I checked, not only did we not keep playing his numbers, my mother doesn't even remember what they are anymore!!
And there, in a nutshell, is "yellow roses."
Thank you...........and good night. :)