One More Thing

Mom and I stopped at a restaurant after my dr. appointment.  We were sitting there finishing our drinks when I feel a hand on my shoulder.  I turn around, expecting to see someone I know, (which would have been weird since we were in Missouri), but there was a older woman I've never seen before.  She said, "I just had to come over here and tell you, you have the most beautiful skin."  At first I thought to myself, it's just a fatty glow, but I shut off my brain and said thank you.  When she was gone Mom and I were in agreement that she was going to say I had the most beautiful hair.  My hair did look pretty awesome today.  Then we decided people must just be more friendly in the south.  Unless you're brown.

After we were done eating, we went and visited my great uncle Jerry and aunt Betty.  I haven't seen them since.....  since I was like, 4 maybe?  Jerry is dying and is in a nursing home.  He was very close to my dad.  When Betty first looked at me she burst into tears and said, "my god!  You look just like your dad!"  Later I had to pass around my necklace so they could see Dad's fingerprint.  Jerry didn't really change expression while I was there except for when he saw the print.  He kind of smiled and then looked really sad.  Naturally Mom brought a few photo albums.  Betty was really enjoying them, and I think Jerry was too.  I just kept wondering what he was thinking.  I wonder if he was irritated at all of the chatter or if he was happy to have a distraction.  When I don't feel well I get spiteful.  It made me wish assisted suicide was legal, but that's a thorny issue.
Anywho, I'm going to print out some of Dad's photos for them, and I'm going to send them a print of my banjo drawing.

The top is a picture of Jerry, my grandma and Dad, and the bottom is my dad with Jerry's head kind of cut off.  They did a lot of hunting and fishing together.