Still I'm On the Dark Side of the Moon*
My uncle J~ had his surgery on Thursday. He is stable and out of the ICU. I am hopeful for the best and fearful for the worst.
Two days before his surgery he was feeling well enough to come down to the office to take care of some things. We had lunch together and I told him I had to be in court at 1:30 and would talk to him after.
When I got back to the office he was gone.
Immediately after his surgery, late Thursday afternoon, I was sitting in Belle's office. (Belle is not her real name, but, it works for a good pseudonym for the only other female lawyer in my office.) Anyway, we had just gotten off the phone after learning that the surgery was over and had gone well, and I just started crying, I think from relief. Belle handed me a box of Kleenex and told me to just let it out. So, I cried and I said, "you know he left when I was in court? I didn't have a chance to say goodbye or anything."
She looked at me for a second and said, "He left while you were in court on purpose. He didn't think he was going to make it through today. He didn't want you to know that."
Ain't that a kick in the teeth.
However, the point is, he made it through. And he's fighting hard to get better. And that's what matters.
*James Taylor, Carolina In My Mind (I find the only songs I want to hear right now, when I am worrying about J~, are the old comforting songs from my childhood - James Taylor, Carly Simon, and John Denver. Weird, huh?)