13 - I'll Blow Away With You
My Uncle Marty had a stroke on Saturday. My mother said that she left me a message on AIM on Sunday, but I never got it. She called me today while I was working, asking me why I hadn't answered her back. Firstly, a message on AIM is not the best way to let me know about something as serious as this is. Secondly, she should've called me sooner.
Anyways, he's been in the hospital. I don't know a single damn thing about strokes, but apparently after 72 hours the swelling in the brain goes down, and that's a good thing. He can't use the right side of his body, and his mildly aphasic right now. Night Sky flashbacks, except without the cool lighted boxes.
My Uncle Marty is also my godfather. He doesn't have any kids, and we were closer when I was younger. I think a lot of the things I've done since graduating have disappointed him, as far as school is concerned. He's the only one in my family with any real music talent, really. He's an amazing guitar player, and a really great singer. I've had the chance to sing with him every now and then, but I've always felt like he kind of dismissed my playing most of the time. That was always kind of upsetting. I thought it'd be something we could connect with, because I don't have that with anyone else in the family. He'd come to shows sometimes, but not really recently. We did a James Taylor song, "Carolina On My Mind" at the KofC once when Subject To Change was playing. We improv'd the ending as we went, cause the real track fades out, and he told me afterwards that he was impressed that I followed the changes and ended right and all that. Another time he was running an open mic up at the K, and they had a small drum set up in the corner, so I sat in and played a little bit, for fun. He asked me to follow along with a Motown medley that his sort-of-band played, and again he seemed pretty impressed with my ability to comp and follow along to the various changes as they went from song to song. I felt so good after that. I can't remember what happened when I got home that night, but I remember writing about it in nachos1215. I swear that something shitty happened afterwards.
When my mother called me to tell me what happened I was at work, out on a delivery. I was close to breaking down in tears. I just needed to type some of this out to get it out of my head so I can concetrate on some homework and music stuff I'm working on. I want to get back downriver to visit him in the hospital, but I don't know if I'll have any time until next week. I'm not even sure I'd be able to handle seeing him like this. When his father, my grandfather, was in the hospital dying I couldn't ever go see him. It was too hard.
I didn't get to talk to my mother much, so I don't know if he's really as bad as I'm picturing him in my head. It's just hard to think about.
-Jeremy
Anyways, he's been in the hospital. I don't know a single damn thing about strokes, but apparently after 72 hours the swelling in the brain goes down, and that's a good thing. He can't use the right side of his body, and his mildly aphasic right now. Night Sky flashbacks, except without the cool lighted boxes.
My Uncle Marty is also my godfather. He doesn't have any kids, and we were closer when I was younger. I think a lot of the things I've done since graduating have disappointed him, as far as school is concerned. He's the only one in my family with any real music talent, really. He's an amazing guitar player, and a really great singer. I've had the chance to sing with him every now and then, but I've always felt like he kind of dismissed my playing most of the time. That was always kind of upsetting. I thought it'd be something we could connect with, because I don't have that with anyone else in the family. He'd come to shows sometimes, but not really recently. We did a James Taylor song, "Carolina On My Mind" at the KofC once when Subject To Change was playing. We improv'd the ending as we went, cause the real track fades out, and he told me afterwards that he was impressed that I followed the changes and ended right and all that. Another time he was running an open mic up at the K, and they had a small drum set up in the corner, so I sat in and played a little bit, for fun. He asked me to follow along with a Motown medley that his sort-of-band played, and again he seemed pretty impressed with my ability to comp and follow along to the various changes as they went from song to song. I felt so good after that. I can't remember what happened when I got home that night, but I remember writing about it in nachos1215. I swear that something shitty happened afterwards.
When my mother called me to tell me what happened I was at work, out on a delivery. I was close to breaking down in tears. I just needed to type some of this out to get it out of my head so I can concetrate on some homework and music stuff I'm working on. I want to get back downriver to visit him in the hospital, but I don't know if I'll have any time until next week. I'm not even sure I'd be able to handle seeing him like this. When his father, my grandfather, was in the hospital dying I couldn't ever go see him. It was too hard.
I didn't get to talk to my mother much, so I don't know if he's really as bad as I'm picturing him in my head. It's just hard to think about.
-Jeremy