Google Does Evil (or at least stupid)

I have a gmail account (Google Mail) that I don’t use because I don’t care for the email address I chose and I’m not happy with the available choices. Anyway, periodically, I log in just to mess around with it and see if I should be using this robust on-line mail system.

As this has now gone live, there is a simple “ad link” at the top of the mailbox. When I clicked on the spam folder to see if I had gotten any spam with this private address, and what did Google serve up to me: a recipe for Spam Primavera.

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Goodbye MD

Earlier this afternoon my mom called to tell me that my grandfather passed away. She saw him in the morning and told him that we were all fine and he could go. She told him that he would be with his wife and everything would be okay.

Last week I thought this was a sad picture, because Nat was in a hospital bed and did not look so good. But today it is a happy picture, because he is smiling and surrounded by those who love him. We are lucky to have had such a great man in our lives, and I am happy to have said goodbye.

While I don’t know what the medical record will show, he died of weariness. After 93 years, our favorite MD (meat dealer) has moved on.

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A Grandfatherly Health Update

Since we were in Florida less than a week ago, Nat’s health has continued to go deteriorate. In talking to my mom last night, she told me that Nat was no longer eating or drinking, and he now had a catheter for relieving himself.

Things got even worse today, and at 1:00 this afternoon my mom changed his routine. No more therapy, since it was not doing any good, and was causing him a lot of discomfort. There was no reason to get him up and move him into this chair, that chair, and then proceed to poke and prod him.

The new approach to Nat’s stay in the nursing home was to make him comfortable. They gave him morphine for his pain and some fluids to keep him hydrated. There will be no further intervention. It is now just a matter of time.

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Darth Vader Nutcracker

When I told Grace about the Darth Vader Nutcracker, she asked if he and his friends danced. It took us a minute to make the connection with the Nutcracker ballet, which she is seeing in a few days.

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Hot Dogs, Deion?

Another fine graduate of North Fort Myers High School and Florida State University has parlayed an NFL career into hawking hot dog cookers. And should we be concerned that he is wearing coveralls to cook hot dogs?

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A Thanksgiving Goodbye

How do you prepare for someone to come to the end of their life?

Thoughout the fall, and leading up to our Thanksgiving trip to Florida, where I would see my mom, stepdad and my grandfather, I kept hearing health updates about my grandfather. In addition to perpetual headaches and constant nausea, my grandfather has emphysema. After a recent trip to the doctor, my mom was informed that this, or something else respiratory-related would be the cause of his death. It would probably not be soon, but it could be. It could be six months or more. The doctor told her that her father has a very strong heart, and that is why he has lived past his 93rd birthday. My grandmother was one of six sisters, and of the sisters and their spouses, my grandfather is the only one left.

I was glad that we would get the chance to visit with Nat on the Thanksgiving holiday because it would give me the opportunity to say good-bye. 18 years ago I said goodbye to his wife, my grandmother, as I left to go back to school. She passed away during my 14-hour drive back to college. My last conversation with her, one more comment about my needing a haircut, included a goodbye that was truly a goodbye. I prepared myself for a similar experience again.

About 2 weeks ago my grandfather need to leave his apartment in an assisted living community due to his continually falling down. After about a week in the hospital, my mom checked him into a nursing home. He could no longer walk. He could no longer feed himself. He needed help.

I thought I was prepared for seeing him, but I wasn’t. The first night we arrived in Florida, we stopped by the nursing home. He was sleeping in his room. He looked very old. His skin looked like parchment stretched across his skull and he was lying very still. I wasn’t even sure that he was still alive. He had also lost a lot of weight. The only way to describe him was that he looked old.

We came back the next day to visit with him and he was awake and in therapy. Over the next several days, we saw him at least once per day. His degrees of lucidness changed drastically. He always seemed to know us, including the kids, but at times his words, which were slow in coming, just didn’t make any sense.

He was rushed to the hospital the day before Thanksgiving because the nursing home staff was concerned about the tremors and twitches of his arms and head. They had gotten progressively worse during the day. The ER doctor found no medical cause for these, but admitted him to the hospital due to dehydration. We visited him in his hospital room after Thanksgiving dinner and took our traditional family picture. We gathered around his hospital bed and told jokes and had a good time. This was the best he was during our entire trip.

I have not posted the picture because it is too heartbreaking. We are all smiling and Nat is doing his best to smile, but it just doesn’t come across in the photo.

We visited him again when he came back to the nursing home and it was pretty disturbing. He seemed very out of it. The kids did not seem to understand completely what was going on, although, based on his quietness and somber attitude, I’m pretty sure that Peter, like the rest of us, understood that Nat would die in this place. Maybe not soon, but it was coming.

I said my last goodbye to a man who answered to my grandfather’s name, but he was not my Grandpa Nat. He was a very old man in a wheelchair who had trouble speaking and even more trouble understanding what was going on around him. I am waiting for the phone call that could come anytime telling me that this man has followed my grandfather and moved on.

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The Kids’ Draft Christmas Lists

Hines Ward Pittsburgh Steelers Jersey (white or black)
Sean May Charlotte Bobcats Jersey (orange)
Brian Roberts Baltimore Orioles Jersey (white)
Shaq Miami Heat Jersey (red)
Byron Leftwich Jacksonville Jaguars Jersey

24 Crayons
Magic Wand
Cable Car
Key Chain of a Key
Because of Winn Dixie DVD
A Music CD with America the Beautiful

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Grace’s Anatomy

Grace said to me in the shower: My nose and right nipple itch.

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