Just got a phone call from Auntie Oscar. "Bad news" she says. My Uncle Tosh, Mom's brother, passed away this morning. He'd slipped into a coma - don't know when. The rumor that had been going around the family was that his colon cancer had spread to his brain - but it hadn't been confirmed. Uncle Taro had let it slip the last time he'd seen Gayle & Karen.
This makes the second family member lost this year. My cousin Lynn passed away in March and that was really hard to handle. Lynn was like one of my big brothers. Now this. I still have to break the news to Karen & Gayle. I'm seeing them later on this morning, so I think I'll just do it in person. I don't want to tell Gayle over the phone and have her drive over here. Can you tell my anxiety bete noir is acting up? *sigh*
Another thought - another orphan family. Weird kind of what goes through your head. My uncle leaves behind 4 kids and 8 grandchildren. His oldest granddaughter just turned 20. His kids are all grown and have families of their own, but it's something horrible when you know that the people who love you no matter what are gone. It just feels like there's something missing.
Ah well, just told Karen. Depending on when the funeral is, we will either fly to Los Angeles or drive down. If Gayle and the kids go, we'll definitely drive down. Trying to fly down with a 2 year old and an 8 month old and two car seats, plus renting a car big enough for 3 adults and 2 car seats, would be a royal pain
Oh well, time to get ready. Karen, Kyle and I are going over to Pac Bell Park to cheer on the A's and boo the Giants. It will be Kyle's first ferry boat ride. "We go boat 'morrow" as he puts it. It will be good - snuggles from Kyle always make me feel good.