It’s been a busy week. We checked my brother into the hospice.
As wheelman for my sister-in-law we have visited 4 times so far.
Saturday we stopped by Kathy’s resting place and wished her a Happy Birthday.
Next was Mom and Dad for Mother’s day then on to visit my brother.
My brother is doing well, very weak but determined to remain active.
He has so far taken part in the cooking and gardening activities, music class is next.
A friend wrote about how Kathy would put a humorous spin on the fact she was born on the day Northern Dancer won the Kentucky Derby. Her absentee Dad would always call and wish her a Happy Birthday on Derby day regardless of the actual date.
Kathy told me of the times her dad would take her to the track on visitation days if he bothered to show up at all. I attended her father’s funeral. He died penniless yet one of his low-rent Rat Pack pals chose the funeral to inform Kathy her Dad owed him 8oo bucks. I’m surprised Kath handled that as politely as she did. I have a photo of Northern Dancer given to K by her father, it may have been framed at one time but now it sits rolled up among her things.
I brought Kathy a cupcake with candle and some flowers yesterday. It was a lovely spring day for her birthday.
I was reminded how much Kathy loved High Park in the spring with its Cherry Blossoms and Chipmunks that she loved to feed.
I remember the annual Squirrel babies birth in the tree outside the front window of her tiny apartment. She was always so excited to have a front row seat to watch their progress.
Mostly I remember how lucky I was.
