tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040168173286372325.post9201172312233293726..comments2010-01-14T16:23:24.253-06:00Comments on Life is Good: For Better or WorseErichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17034974362414879763noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040168173286372325.post-28160329383632632262009-09-03T22:08:44.621-05:002009-09-03T22:08:44.621-05:00We are truly blessed to have had (and still have)s...We are truly blessed to have had (and still have)such a wonderful family. O how I miss Daddy...but how he and Uncle G.C. must be celebrating together now in Heaven!Marthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12909489143488666364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040168173286372325.post-30835709766075404362009-08-21T19:54:31.585-05:002009-08-21T19:54:31.585-05:00Eric,
I am amazed at our "uncles" love, ...Eric,<br />I am amazed at our "uncles" love, patience, and stamina. It takes an exceptional person to have the commitment to caring for someone as our uncle and his family has.<br /><br />Just in case you did not know, he is not the only Barron who had this commitment. After my dad had his stroke we all helped mom care for him, but your dad made such a significant contribution. He is the one who freely choose to give of his time and energy to help dad and mom. Bob would come down every Thursday and load dad in the truck and off they would go. You may not recall, but dad was paralyzed on the right side and was unable to walk, get in the truck on his own power or do much of anything without assistance. It was not for a lack of trying. His strength of body had gone, but his strength of mind was still present, even if sometimes confused. Bob was his physical strength on these outings.<br /><br />It was the highlight of the week for dad when Bob showed up. Daddy would sit, watch, and wait until Bob pulled in the driveway. (Mom too, because she was going to get a day off.) I wish everyone could have seen the pure joy on dads face. They did not do anything special by most people’s standards. They would go out and eat, or drive to Sardis, go to the mall, or whatever struck their fancy. Daddy loved those days. It was not that he did not love the time with mom, us boys, and our families because he did. It was that we were the ones who told him what to do, give him his medications, and generally tried to make him follow the doctor’s advice. Your dad was able to take him out of his everyday routine and into a fun environment with not too many rules. They had that very special friendship many people never get to enjoy. We loved your Dad for who he was, what he did for all his family, and especially all he did for our Dad and our Mom. Our Dads were both special people and we are lucky for having them.<br /><br />Linda and I really enjoy your blog. You have a real talent and we look forward to each new entry.<br /><br />GeorgeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com