Hello everyone, everywhere,
This week I am celebrating the fact that I am slowly winning the fight over my body. It’s killing me, but I’m fighting like crazy. That’s enough about that.
I have found myself almost at a crossroads. I want to play, and I know the ability is there, but once again my disabilities have knocked me down, so I’ve had to fight very hard to get standing up again. I’ll either work my ass off to be back…or I won’t. I’m getting old, and I’m tired. Some days it’s hard to get up swinging.
Though I have friends and family who are always there supporting me, most are at distance, so I find myself in isolation, talking out my problems with the three people on the couch and the two on the chair. Oh well, that’s the way it is.
A friend dropped by today and we had a heck of a visit. I smiled the whole day through. Good one.
Anyways, next week, I’m heading to Edmonton for my big birthday bash with Michelle and Dean and all my second family. For now, I will rest up.
I wrote this piece tonight as a birthday present for my little niece. She’s the youngest of the bunch, and she’s as smart as a whip. She’s 19 years old, and in 19 years the only present I ever gave her was a little blue raincoat with a duck on the back. I think it was her fourth or fifth birthday. We had a long chat last night; we haven’t had one like that for a while. And she remembered that little coat with the duck on it. I smiled. That’s it.
And now it’s time to close your eyes and your thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest. Lauren, this is your second gift.
ESTELLE BURNSIDE COMES HOME
It started at my birthday party. It was a family affair–a gathering so to speak. All of us together. It was late August and hot, as I remember. At the age of 19, I was searching–oh yes, searching. We’ll leave it at that.
As I looked around I saw my grandfather, standing tall and majestic. I felt very much at home when I looked in his eyes. Sometimes love is captured by just a blink of an eye.
The fun and laughter went long into the night. I was young, with so much to do. I took my grandfather’s hand, looked around at everyone, and said to myself, “I guess I see what we’re all fighting for.”
Welcome home, Estelle Burnside. Though they were there to celebrate my birthday, I was celebrating them.
(NEVER EVER GIVE UP).
(For Lauren. May the science you love so much help us all to walk into the future. Happy birthday. Love your uncle).