Jacky Ralph Amos

God,

 Give Jacky the ability to glimpse at this so he can know that I always think about him and he is is BY FAR NOT Forgotten. 8 months.... that's a long time not seeing him. A long time, hard time, lesson/Experience/growth.  Time is just still a-going down here no matter what happens it seems like. Be a murder, explosion, terriorist attack, kidnapping, wreck... Good or bad, only some are affected and others just keep trottin on a-long. On a good note, it's Friday! On a better note, it's payday. I know Jacky is just so happy and in the best care. It's like we are all in a day care down here just waiting to go HOME and get that peace feeling that noone can give you but to be in the presence of your parent. It just we are witing on you to say it's time.... then it's just going to be normal for our friends we have to leave to missss us. Anyways I love you and give Jacky a kiss for me. Sometimes I think it was him just trying to give me a heart attach when my car's gas pedal got stuck... I could see him saying "I wasn't going to hurt her, I was just having a lil fun=) Or it could be he was watching over me protecting me from all the danger I ask you protection against. Whatever happened.... Thanks. I know Jacky would like this guy I am dating and he would laugh because he wears the same boots that Jacky wore that I always made fun of. Just good ol' country boys. Thanks for him too. Thanks for my mom and Haven too, Thanks for you. I can feel and believe that I am blessed and I need an attitude to match it. Give him a kiss, and hug, a touch. I love you.

 

IJNIP,

Amen

They took daddy's toe yesterday, but he seems fine and back to normal'ish.  Immediately after surgery he said>>I want you to go RIGHT NOW and buy me some Mylanta, and I want you to stay here and feed me.

 

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You were on my mind all day today.  That hospital is getting to me.  One minute I feel like I'm mentally planning your papaw's funeral, the next I'm trying to ponder his home'coming.  He's like a yo'yo, that man.  He's TUFF like you, I'll give him that.

 

Which is why you were on my mind all day, I reckon.  You were just always so tough since forever in your life....it's hard to believe that a fairly simple accident could be the end of you this end of our world.

 

I stare at this chair at the computer where you always sat, the spot at the island in the kitchen where you always sat, the stance at the mini'buffet counter where you pretty much daily stood to examine the goods, the porch rocker that you relaxed in, the bench under the big tree in the front yard...the bathroom mirrors, the everywhere around me...  Your presence is forever here.

 

Daddy is by far not my first rodeo where the elderly is concerned with life's final detour.  But, you son are in every breath of every bird that sings me to wake in the mornings.  You are everywhere I look, take part in every thought that I think, gives me inspiration to continue on.

 

You will never leave me.

Thanks all for the prayers.  Papaw is off the machine and in a private room.  When his heart is more stable he will be transferred to Kennestone so that they can further work with him (the heart).  Meantime, or afterwards, he will have to have a toe removed.  I don't think that he is up to that.  They are still giving him blood, but his mind is pretty sharp, altho at times a little confused, especially with his days, but who can blame him for that?