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Feb. 18th, 2004 05:30 pmI got an email early this morning from my mother. It was a forwarded email of one she recieved from Dad's Aunt Dorothy, Granpa Z's older sister.
On Sunday her husband, my Uncle Norm, suffered a severe stroke at home in Port Charlotte, FL. He was rushed to the hospital; subsequent testing showed massive brain hemmorages. he was comatose and required life support. The doctors told the family Uncle Norm would never come out of it, so they all decided, with Aunt Dorothy, that once the last of the kids arrived to say goodbye to him, life support should be removed and nature allowed to take it's course. Cousin Paul arrived last night, so the removal of life support was today.
;_;
I am going to miss Uncle Norm a lot. He and Aunt Dorothy used to come visit us a great deal when I was really little. We saw them often at reunions. And I regarded them in a lot of ways as honorary grandparents. Dad's parents are still alive, but Granpa C died when Mom was 19, and gramma C died when I was little. So they filled in, just a little, for the missing set of grandparents.
There are pictures lurkng somewhere in Mom's albums of my toddler birthday parties. Several of them show Uncle Norm holding me in his arms. I'm in my party dress, and am busily adhering balloons to his hair with static electricity. ^_^ We're both grinning our heads off and having a grand time.
Katie-chan used to call him Uncle "Storm", because she couldn't say Norm very well for some reason when she was little. This tickled him to death; he's of Swedish descent, and his last name's Thoreson. He and Aunt Dorothy would sing old songs from the 1920's to her that had her name in it, and she'd giggle and giggle.
They were a darned cute couple, too. Married for 67 years as of last November. I got a pic of them from that day enclosed in my Christmas card from them. They're holding hands in front of their church in FL, and look so happy and relaxed and devoted. They were the sweetest pair of elderly people you could ever wish to meet. They both just... exuded this glow, of goodness and patience and just plain wonderfulness.
I was really upset when I read the email this morning. But a call from Tom helped. I just feel a trifle numb now. I honestly expected my own granpa to go first, even though he's younger. My granpa is in poorer health than either of them were, despite his age difference. Makes me seriously question how much longer grampa will be with us. ;_;
On Sunday her husband, my Uncle Norm, suffered a severe stroke at home in Port Charlotte, FL. He was rushed to the hospital; subsequent testing showed massive brain hemmorages. he was comatose and required life support. The doctors told the family Uncle Norm would never come out of it, so they all decided, with Aunt Dorothy, that once the last of the kids arrived to say goodbye to him, life support should be removed and nature allowed to take it's course. Cousin Paul arrived last night, so the removal of life support was today.
;_;
I am going to miss Uncle Norm a lot. He and Aunt Dorothy used to come visit us a great deal when I was really little. We saw them often at reunions. And I regarded them in a lot of ways as honorary grandparents. Dad's parents are still alive, but Granpa C died when Mom was 19, and gramma C died when I was little. So they filled in, just a little, for the missing set of grandparents.
There are pictures lurkng somewhere in Mom's albums of my toddler birthday parties. Several of them show Uncle Norm holding me in his arms. I'm in my party dress, and am busily adhering balloons to his hair with static electricity. ^_^ We're both grinning our heads off and having a grand time.
Katie-chan used to call him Uncle "Storm", because she couldn't say Norm very well for some reason when she was little. This tickled him to death; he's of Swedish descent, and his last name's Thoreson. He and Aunt Dorothy would sing old songs from the 1920's to her that had her name in it, and she'd giggle and giggle.
They were a darned cute couple, too. Married for 67 years as of last November. I got a pic of them from that day enclosed in my Christmas card from them. They're holding hands in front of their church in FL, and look so happy and relaxed and devoted. They were the sweetest pair of elderly people you could ever wish to meet. They both just... exuded this glow, of goodness and patience and just plain wonderfulness.
I was really upset when I read the email this morning. But a call from Tom helped. I just feel a trifle numb now. I honestly expected my own granpa to go first, even though he's younger. My granpa is in poorer health than either of them were, despite his age difference. Makes me seriously question how much longer grampa will be with us. ;_;
