Maybe March is the cruelest month

Bloom

Everything in my yard is just starting to come alive, and my Uncle Jim is dying.

It's like my whole yard is mocking me.

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Author: June

At one point, I was sort of hot, in a "she's 27 and probably a 7" kind of a way. Now I'm old and have to develop a charming personality. Guess how that's going.

91 thoughts on “Maybe March is the cruelest month”

  1. Lost my brother to cancer three years ago. It sucks hard. Sorry you are going through it. Praying for you and your family.

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  2. “No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.”
    ~Euripides
    “Was Uncle Oscar’s death very untimely, you ask? Well, it was near lunch.”
    ~Archie Bunker

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  3. “How old do you have to be to die?” he asked.
    I told him that I don’t think anybody is ever old enough.
    And he nodded. For he was young and remembered how long forever had been.
    ~Brian Andreas

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  4. “How old do you have to be to die?” he asked.
    I told him that I don’t think anybody is ever old enough.
    And he nodded. For he was young and remembered how long forever had been.
    ~Brian Andreas

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  5. “How old do you have to be to die?” he asked.
    I told him that I don’t think anybody is ever old enough.
    And he nodded. For he was young and remembered how long forever had been.
    ~Brian Andreas

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  6. Okay, well if Hulk is going to be funny…
    My Aunt Sue had won a bunch of money at the casino and had called home to tell my Uncle Jim. She told him she was on her way home.
    A while later, she called again, crying. “Jim, I was just in an accident. It was really bad. The car tipped over.” My normally really calm aunt was sobbing. “I thought I was going to die.”
    Uncle Jim sat on the phone, thinking, How long until I can ask about the money? How much time is acceptable until I can say, “Is the money okay? HOW IS THE MONEY?”
    Finally, Aunt Sue said, “I have the money.”
    “Oh, who CARES about the money!” said Uncle Jim.
    What the hell am I going to do without Uncle Jim telling me these terrible stories?

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  7. June, I wish I could give this to you in person, but here is my cyber version…
    ****{{{HUG}}}*****
    Keep remembering those Uncle Jim stories.

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  8. Keep thinking about those great Uncle Jim stories – I’ll keep thinking of you and sending good wishes.

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  9. Okay, just one more and then I must try to work.
    My uncle was still living at home and he had this dog, LeRoy, who had pooped in the dining room in the night.
    My grandmother got up to get water or something, didn’t see said poop, slipped right in it, fell and got it all in her nightgown.
    “HORSE SHIT SAILOR SON OF A BITCH, that DOG!” said my grandmother.
    “Is the dog all right!?” asked my Uncle Jim, worrying that my grandma had fallen on him.
    You can imagine how pleased my grandmother was with him.

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  10. Oh June, I am so sorry. I will be praying for you and your family. Hold on to those wonderful memories of your Uncle Jim, they are treasures.

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  11. Keep those Uncle Jim stories coming. That’s what will get you through.
    So sorry, June.

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  12. So sorry June…I lost a very special Uncle too. I know words aren’t enough at a time like this. Praying special mercy for you today.

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  13. Oh June honey, I am so deeply sorry about this. You do know if there is anything at all that you need all you have to do is ask. This group of amazing people gathered at your table every day would love to be of service. You would be surprised if you knew how many times just reading your blog has changed my day. And I am sure this goes for many others out there.
    There’s a lot of love out here in the world directed right at you. And your precious Uncle Jim.

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  14. A guy like Uncle Jim would want you to remember the fun stuff, and it sounds like that is a lot of stuff.
    Having said that, I’m surrounding you with white light (in Texas or East TN, that’s why-t lye-t)..ba dum da dum.

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  15. I’m so sorry, June. The entries about him are among my favorites. Sending thoughts of strength for you and your family.

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  16. I’m sorry about Uncle Jim. Dying sucks. Well, I have not experienced the actual dying part, but watching someone you love die, that sucks. That part, sadly, I have experience with. And I know that a blog comment doesn’t make it feel better. So, again, I’ll just say, I’m sorry about Uncle Jim. If you were me (or your grandmother), you might find solace in going out and chopping down all of your mocky little blooms. And then looking at your holocaust calendar.

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  17. June – the yard is not mocking you. It is simply saying that life will go on, although right now that seems so harsh.
    Enjoy your yard and the funny stories you have with your uncle. He makes your life bloom.
    Luv u,
    Lynn

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  18. June, I’m sending good thoughts for you and your family during this devastating time. {{Hugs}} You’ve always had the greatest stories to tell about Uncle Jim. Thanks for sharing those with us, the readers.
    I have a feeling you’ve just skimmed the top of the tales and there are many more to be told.

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  19. “HORSE SHIT SAILOR SON OF A BITCH, that DOG!”
    THAT’S all I have to say about cancer…

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  20. “Life is eternal and love is immortal; And death is only a horizon, and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight”- Rossiter W Raymond.
    This quote was sent to me when my father died. But, truly my favorite is:
    “I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather . . . Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.”- Will Shriner
    I am so very sorry June. Your Uncle Jim has laughed through life. What a great gift, to be able to look at the world, through eyes filled with mirth.
    I know you’re not big into the Heaven thing, but I have to relate a story that filled my heart with such comfort when my dad died so suddenly.
    I was overcome with grief and I was talking, actually weeping, to my friend, Jaleesa, who is just a plainspoken, salt of the earth, fabulous and beyond, lady. I was fixated on, Why. Why my dad? Why was such a good man taken who meant the world to so many people?
    And she just said so matter-of-factly, “Honey, cause God don’t want no losers!”
    Yeah.
    Prayers, blessings, karmic thoughts, hugs (even though you hate them) and love coming your family’s way.

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  21. Well, June, your Uncle Jim will be with my dad, (also Jim, who died last March) with whom he will get along swimmingly. And along with Joann’s legless dad, who had trouble kicking the bucket you will recall, they will raise hell in heaven. And don’t worry, my mom is there too (since last February) and she’s vacuuming all the clouds, making sure all the angels’ wings are straight and their halos are shiny, and, no doubt, making a bundt cake so Uncle Jim will be welcomed in style.

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  22. Well, June, your Uncle Jim will be with my dad, (also Jim, who died last March) with whom he will get along swimmingly. And along with Joann’s legless dad, who had trouble kicking the bucket you will recall, they will raise hell in heaven. And don’t worry, my mom is there too (since last February) and she’s vacuuming all the clouds, making sure all the angels’ wings are straight and their halos are shiny, and, no doubt, making a bundt cake so Uncle Jim will be welcomed in style.

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  23. Well, June, your Uncle Jim will be with my dad, (also Jim, who died last March) with whom he will get along swimmingly. And along with Joann’s legless dad, who had trouble kicking the bucket you will recall, they will raise hell in heaven. And don’t worry, my mom is there too (since last February) and she’s vacuuming all the clouds, making sure all the angels’ wings are straight and their halos are shiny, and, no doubt, making a bundt cake so Uncle Jim will be welcomed in style.

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  24. Oh, June, I’m so sorry. I love hearing the Uncle Jim Stories (yes, they deserve a capital “S”!). Also, too, it’s so heartwarming to read the comments on your blog–it’s truly a caring, funny community.

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  25. June, so sorry to hear about Uncle Jim. I also send my thoughts and prayers to Uncle Jim, Aunt Sue and the whole family. He gave you many stories to share with all of us and I’m sure there will be many more stories of Uncle Jim.

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  26. Prayers. This is a bad month…we lost our brother…and everywhere I go in the bloggy world it seems someone is losing someone they love too. *Sigh*

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  27. Oh, I am so sorry. Your descriptions of him in previous posts show how fun he is and how you love him. I know you will miss him terribly.

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  28. I’m so sorry June. But Uncle Jim sounds like the kind of guy who has made sure people will always smile, laugh and guffaw when they think of him and his humor. And that is a priceless legacy.

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  29. I have to agree with everyone who has said that your Uncle Jim has laughed through his life, he would want you to remember all of the fun. And he would, of course, blame Sue. I would love to hear more stories because each and every one of them becomes my favorite. Until the next one, then that one is my favorite. They keep all of us in stitches and if it helps you with your grieving, then please share with us more and more and more stories!

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  30. “I am so sorry” doesn’t feel like enough. Internet sympathies can feel very trite at a time like this. My family will be praying for your family and especially your Uncle Jim.

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  31. You are so very lucky to have such a wonderful person in your life. And we are lucky you share his stories. Peace & hugs.

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  32. So, so sorry to read this today. Cancer sucks! Uncle Jim does sound the type who would want to be remembered by those funny stories and laughter. Thank you for sharing him with all of us.

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  33. Junie… I know how much Lionel Richie is important to you and your Uncle Jim, I found this Craigslist ad…
    “I am looking for a replica of the bust made in the Lionel Richie “Hello” video, However I’d like it to be bald as I intend to recreate that lovable afromullet with some sort of cream cheese dip at parties. Not that I have many parties, but if I had this, I might start. I’d like it to be maybe about a foot tall. It really has to look like that bust (which oddly enough doesn’t look like Lionel Richie at all) or it won’t be worth it. Hopefully it can be the same orangish-brown matte finish that is in the video but I understand making it safe for a cheesy-afro might lead to some compromises.
    Please email me with a bid”
    Gosh at your next party an Lionel Richie head cheese dip is the way to go!!

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  34. June, I don’t comment often but I read you every day, including weekends. My job involves problem-solving for elderly pensioners, most of which happens by phone. You always make me laugh so hard, that I think I should wait until evening to read your blog. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been fighting back giggles while Emily Litella calls in with her latest problem with the world.
    Until today, when I was fighting back tears while taking a call. I’m sorry. We should take it out on the monkey grass!

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  35. Sending up prayers for all of you, and I hope he doesn’t suffer at all. You are lucky to have had him in your life.

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  36. June, I’ve been readng, but I haven’t been able to comment lately. Had to slip this in quickly to say I am sorry that you are having to feel the sadness of what is to come. Death of a loved one is so hard. My mom has been dead 5 yrs. and I miss her each and every day.

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  37. June, I’m so sorry to learn of this terrible news. Thank you for sharing Jim with all of us; he has made our lives better. Peace and love to Jim, you and your family as you travel through this difficult time.

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  38. F@&# cancer.
    I hate cancer. I don’t use that word “hate” at all…except when it comes to cancer.
    I’m so sorry June, Uncle Jim, and the whole rest of the family. My prayers and hopes for peace for Uncle Jim.

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  39. Haven’t posted for awhile but have to let you know that I’m thinking about you. Thanks for sharing all the great Uncle Jim stories – those are the time you’ll remember.

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  40. Every person is a part of God and no part of God can ever die. Really, they’re always with you.
    There will be times when something happens and you’ll just know that your uncle caused it and is still making you laugh.
    In the meantime, hugs.

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  41. Hey June, what about planting something among the monkey grass as a living tribute to your uncle? Seems like a good fit. Love to you and yours.

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  42. Sending virtual hugs and real prayers, June, for Uncle Jim, you, and the whole family. I have been battling breast cancer for a little over five years and have been stage IV with a poor prognosis since January of last year. I’m in my 15th month of chemo, and I have to say, as tired as I am and as much as I pray & long for remission, I am far more worried about my husband and daughter than I am about myself. We didn’t become parents until our 17th year of marriage, when we adopted our daughter, who will be 20 in June. To have my doctor tell me to get my affairs in order and make sure to teach my daughter all I want her to know, because I won’t be here to guide her farther into adulthood, was devastating. It all seems so unfair…but I know that life isn’t fair and death is simply a part of it. I happen to be “big on the heaven thing”, so I’m not worried about myself. I just don’t want to go just yet. I’m 55 years old–I want grandbabies!!
    Sorry for the rambling…cancer just weighs heavily on my mind these days, and I agree with everyone else–it sucks, big time. And going through it myself isn’t as difficult as watching my loved ones deal with it. 😦 I know you will always remember your beloved Uncle Jim, and keep his memory alive with all the wonderful stories you have about him.
    Sending you love & hugs.

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