He was tired yesterday. So tired that he fell asleep
texting. Eyes were closed. Head was down. But his hands were tapping away on
the IPhone. Snoring away and his hands were still texting. It was something to Youtube. I passed though. So you
will just have to imagine. A Good Guy Mike is. Spent the evening before sleeping in an uncomfortable hospital chair as his wife hooked to an IV getting antibiotics. Ten minutes of sleep for anyone is rough for anyone. Mike is a trooper, though.
It was nice at Skyzone. So nice I felt jealous. I wanted to
jump in the foam blocks. I wanted to
jump in the trampoline and do a jack knife. To do an inverse. To do an aerial.
I know it would not be wise, but not sure my body would acquiesce. Mind is
willing, but body. . .not so much.
Was asked to bring a walker to my Uncle. He is feeling the
effects of years of smoking. False bravado as reality sets in. Can’t breathe.
Can’t walk up the stairs. Several hospital visits in the last few months.
Jaundiced eyes. His reality is coming
quick to bare.
His sons, my cousins, are going through life. One is son is
a new father and I am Godfather. His other son moved to the PI with his family.
Seeing all this Fatherdom it makes me sad. I failed
miserably. Won’t go into detail, but I am not proud.
When I look at my brother and his wonderful kids. I look at
Dorian, Precie, and Lynn. He is a good man.
As I go to these kiddie birthday parties, when I attend
gymnastic and judo competition, when I see the look at their eyes as they hold
their Lala and Papas, it brings joy and sadness. Looking at my Uncle as his
body struggles, I see that ravages are eased when he walks hold his grandchildren.
There are disappointments and angry moments at times with own kids, but he is,
they are much the richer. 
