Uncle Bob kibbitzed with Mom for a long time on the phone tonight.
I sat down at the table with him, patiently waiting for him to wrap up the conversation so I could show him soccer photos.
Dah duh duh....da duh duh....waiting. Zoning. Pretty tired. And then I hear him say, "Do you want to talk to my lawyer?"
What? Mom didn't get it either.
He hands the phone to me, and I say, "I thought I was your nurse, caregiver. Not your lawyer."
"You're my everything Wendy."
"Mom, did you hear that? I'm HIS EVERYTHING."
HIS EVERYTHING. If it weren't my 73 year old uncle telling me that I'd be over the moon.
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You are so blessed to be Loved by so many.
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