Only One Left

It was a long week. But then again I say that a lot. I’ve been busier than usual, prepping things for the CSA at work, I was at the Open House last Sunday and then busy with work stuff after that. Thursday morning I woke up, my stomach was cranky and I felt like I couldn’t move. I just hit a wall. I don’t know why but there it was right in front of me. I got all my work stuff in and I just stayed home. I was utterly exhausted. Just laid on my bed and felt like I couldn’t move. Friday I did some work, had a Zoom meeting but was really glad the weekend was on its way. I feel as though I’m trying to wake up from something, I can shake it off periodically but sometimes it still overwhelms me.

This morning I slept a bit late, ate some breakfast and was busy lolling about watching some things on my laptop and finishing my blackberries when my phone rang. A call from some little town near here. I sent it to voice mail. They called back immediately. I sent it to voice mail again. Then they started to leave a message. It was the police looking for a relative of Michael Blackwelder (Ernie’s oldest brother). I grabbed it and they said they were at Michael’s house doing a wellness check and looking for a relative with a key. I got them to his brother Dennis who went over. He had a key but Michael had installed new locks to they got a locksmith. It took a long time. In the meantime I had talked to the boys and they went over to be with Dennis.

There’s no happy ending to this story. Michael was there in the living room and had been gone for some time.

My heart goes out to my beloved brother in law, Dennis. Losing both brothers in a matter of months is beyond cruel.

I can’t help but think of what Ernie’s sorrow would be. I know the childhood anecdotes he would have recited. I can just feel it. I am so sorry, baby.

I’m supposed to be at a party right now (I’M SORRY TERI) but I just couldn’t do it. The boys came over after they left Dennis. He was waiting to get a key from the locksmith for the new lock. There was nothing more to be done at the house. They came back here and Trinity came over too. We talked and a couple of us had popsicles. God, I love these people of mine so much. I am so lucky to have them as my loved ones.

Michael was our family car expert and he was endlessly generous helping with car problems ranging back to Ernie’s 73 Capri and 63 Galaxie 500 right up to the current day.

Thank you, Michael. May you rest in peace.

Onward.

Love,
Cynthia