My big, sad news today is that my brother-in-law Mike Moore passed away this afternoon. Rene, his twin daughters Angie and Kristin, Randy and a couple of friends were there with them. He had been suffering from COPD for years and recently was needing oxygen and was restricted to a recliner and the dining room table.
They all gathered at the boat dock (a favorite hangout) and had a 'watch the sunset' memorial for him last night. Both Michael Owen Bridge and Michael Owen Moore died from the same disease and on the 13th of the month - kind of a coincidence.
I don't know what arrangements are being made or even if there will be some type of funeral service, but I sure would like to be there for Rene.
I took Joey to the dog park on Tuesday morning and we were way up on top of the hill when a guy and his little dachsund came in. That little dog name Chica game running toward us at high speed and the two ran and played for the next half-hour. That's what I hope for when I go there. Joey slept for about three hours after that.
Today was busy - starting with a Silver Sneakers workout - my first. I had a hard time following the dance moves but will keep trying as it seems kind of fun. I really need to work at taking off a few pounds that I have gained from the danged Prednisone and seizure meds and my awful eating habits. I am hungry all of the time and have not been making good choices - pizza, bread, and just too much and too often.
I had a nice facetime call with Jim Bucko, a trip to Costco to have my tires rotated, I then got the news about Mike and was texting back and forth with siblings.
I also had a phone conversation with my long-lost brother, Russell, the youngest - to give him the news. His choices in life have not been good and he lives a miserable homeless life in Madison. It has been a long time since we talked and he cried, misses family, and said his life sucks but blames nobody but himself. He described the shelter as 300 beds packed into a large building with filthy bathrooms and the noise of that many people in the same situation as him. My parting words, just before he ran out of minutes was that I loved him and he could choose to take the drastic route and go to detox and rehab - probably the only way he will ever find a home.
I also had a very nice, long conversation with Tom. Its been a while so we had lots to talk about - mostly updates on my danged health issues. We agreed that it would be nice to see each other again and will try to come up with a plan to make that work.
