Just Passing Through

Just a quick little posting before I head off to throw supper on the table...casual meal tonight, soup and homemade biscuits...

I got a call last night from the daughter of a man who I loved dearly...3 years ago Robert and I drove to PG, BC to his wife's funeral...whom I also loved dearly. they were like second parents to me and never seemed to mind my hanging out at their house with their kids, I went next door to meet with their kids and walk to school together and she knew our house so well, that there would be a fourth bowl on the table and she would serve me porridge...along with her kids...mnmmmmm   and when we were leaving she would hand me a bagged lunch just like her kids...

At her funeral, the kids I thought were great friends from childhood, didn't even recognize me...I guess the white hair threw them off, although they all looked just as old as I... but oddly enough, their 78 yr old dad, who had a major stroke and lost memory, recognized me the moment I knelt down in front of him at the funeral...he said CATHY ??... is that you little Cathy? .... and I said Yes...all choked up....then he said....She left me, Cathy, she left me all alone...Oh my god...we both cried...

See, I had a special bond with Barb and Howard....they gave me a special place to be part of a close family and I gave them help...I cleaned house, did dishes and performed personal aide for Barb..who suffered terribly with severe Endimetreosis...so at that time of the month she was more or less bed ridden and required someone to bring her towels (yes that is what she used for padding cause the bleeding was that bad).. and I helped...I admit it freaked me out at the time...I was scared I would bleed like that... but they appreciated it so much... I even fed the younger kids, KD and crap but it all helped...

Howard always made a fuss about my school work...heaping praise on me when I did well, which was often even if I do say so myself...he even held me up as an example to his two boys, who were my age...that must have been why we were so competitive with one another... Any way, it was all attention I never got at home...

And now Howard has passed away...and I can't be sad... I only feel happy for him...He's with Barb again...they were so close...

I can't go to the funeral this time, although I would like to have...busy with the cattle nearly every day right now... He'll understand I am sure..  Say hi to Barb for me Howard and have a sweet rest.