I'm always saying "Phone me when you're down and I'll drive over to see you."
But do they? No, never! I find out they were here ... after they've been and gone.
Maybe I'm supposed to get a message from this, but if I am, I ignore it.
Finally I gave one of them (Karla, this means you; I also gave Uncle Neil a poke so we'll see if it made a dent) "shit." If you can call it that. It wasn't shit, really, but I made sure it was heard, is all.
I don't expect them to come and visit me, because they are spending time with their parents and this, also, is how it should be, and I don't want to take them away from there and make them run around the countryside even more than they already are. But I would go out of my way to have a short visit with them and see their kids once a year, you know? So PHONE ME ALREADY!
Bless her heart, Karla did give me the heads-up one day last week as she was packing up to leave her mom's the next morning, so I hopped into the truck (a.k.a. the Big White Bus) and beat a path to Aunt Shirley's door in Margo.
It was a visit that was short and sweet, as they were busy, but I got to give them all a hug and that was the main thing.
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| Karla's boy Paxton with his grandma Shirley, my aunt. Everyone says he reminds them of Uncle Bruce, who was a "little bugger" as a boy. "You never knew what the hell was going to come out of his mouth," Dad said, remembering. I don't know if Paxton is the same way, but he sure is huggable. |
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| Karla's girl Gracie, a real sweetheart. They'd just been out picking crabapples and were cutting them up to make juice. |
