Hello, I lost someone very dear to me last Sept. My Uncle Doug, who was one year older then me. At nine months old I would threaten my mom by, shaking her floor lamp....and say I go see Doug....NOW...lol...We were best buddies and beyond. We always watched out for one another. We had many adventures....catching ants, fireflies ( but always letting them go unharmed ). Scooters, drive-in theaters, jumping out of swings into pile of leaves, Saturday cartoons, Creature Feature Saturday nights, exchanging coke bottles for candy and many days spent on the screened in back porch playing Clue, Operation, Rock em Sock em Robots. We went to high school together...he sat in front of me in Humanities classes and Biology...where he was always doing drawings of girls for a dollar. He was a cartoonist, he would never draw my sister or me......he said.... I dont want to hurt your feelings. He struggled with NASH and Celiac...he had to go into a nursing home at the age of 47. His body ballooned up to 469 with toxins, that would seep up through his skin...he couldnt walk ....he had to use a bed pan. Then there was hope, they did somthing to help his body get rid of the toxins, and in a few months he went down to 218 I knew I was going to lose him...even tho. I started to paint this painting, for Dia de los Muertos ( The Day of the Dead ). I worked on it for a month....the last time I spoke to him I was painting the roses. I painted a Dragonfly to represent Doug because I seen my first Dragonfly when I was with him ( we were 5 and 6 ) I painted a Humming bird to represent myself, because when I was two...my hair was in a bun ...and a Hummingbird kept sticking his beak in my bun. One night I could not quit painting...it was 4 in the morning...then my son walked in let in this giant Dragonfly ..kept flying around me...I said..outloud to the Dragonfly ..what are you trying to tell me ? The next day he died at 12:40 a.m. The week before my Nana...Dougs mom ..who passed two years before..came into my dream and told me she needed Doug to ready by 1:00 p.m. to catch a bus and go with her. When Doug was at the nursing home...there was a painting of Dragonflies outside his room. My mom took a lock of his hair and put into a small box belonging to my Nana...and inside was a Dragonfly pin. My friends mom not knowing about the Dragonflies...sent me a Dragonfly necklace all the way from Liverpool, England.
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 04:22:39 +0000
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