This morning, I was sleeping in. I couldn't seem to get up before 9:30 am. Patrick told me to go back to sleep when he got up, so I did. Then the phone was ringing.
I checked my texts, as I had several dings around the time I finally got up. It was the family telling me my Uncle is on hospice and has cancer throughout his body. I wasn't surprised actually. This is my last Uncle, and the last time I saw him, he ticked me off so bad that I stopped being in contact. Which wouldn't have mattered because they haven't talked to me since then either. When I had my heart issue and breast cancer, he never bothered to call. Every time I saw him it was, "have you heard from your brothers?" Not, "how are you?" So, I keep getting messages and phone calls about how he's doing and that my family has called him and chatted with him. He's doing good. I'm sorry, I'm not going to call. I will know when the time comes and I'm good with that.
Then I had a message that I wanted to answer on FindAGrave. So, I got a message from Bryan telling me the information he had for one of the "proofs" on FAG. They were asked for my sources, and I explained that Bryan and I are working together, and he has really good resources. I would have to text him and see what his answer is. He sent a long text, that I typed back to the person. Then Bryan called and we went over more stuff. He had to call twice this time. We got it taken care of, and I told him the family history for 6 generations is going to him tomorrow.
By that time, I had to call my cousin in Tumwater and let her know about Uncle Bob. I also texted the one cousin on my other Uncle's side and let her know as well. Those are the only 2 in the family I contact for anything. I did let both know that moms 90th Birthday is coming up. Mom called me 3 times today. Once because she couldn't get into her email and the other 2 was because of Uncle Bob. She's emotional on this one. I didn't think she would be that emotional with Uncle Bob, but they do have a long history. He told me he knew her before dad did. He watched her father walk her to the bus in HS because they lived in the low-income area. He does have good stories on the family.
Once all that was done, I played for a bit on the tablet as well as worked on laundry. I just couldn't work on my cross stitch because every time I thought about it; I gave myself an excuse about not having enough time to work on it. So, that made it very hard to be Happy Stitching/Happy Quilting!
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