Saturday May 2, 2009

The events of this passed month continue to run through my head. So many good things, profound experiences and tender feelings that are not easily forgotten. The veil has been so thin and the Spirit strong. I find I want to hang on.

There has also been so much laughter when we are together. I just have to post the Tim story. Anyone who knows Tim will enjoy this.

Monday evening after the funeral many were gathered at Dad's. We were standing around the kitchen munching and mingling. It was the last night we had with those from out of town. Lindsey, Paul and Morgan were leaving that night. We just wanted to be together and soak in all of Randy and Coco's family we could as well as Mary's, Dee's and Tom's families.

Dad coaxed Mary to ask in front of the group what would happen to the leftover pharmacy Mom left. Dad reacted by going to the fridge and pulling down the box of gathered meds. He reached in and pulled out the bottle of morphine. He gave it to Tim and said, "I believe you had dibbs on this." Tim opened the bottle and emptied its entire contents in his mouth. There were many gasps and moans from the group. He swallowed a moment later when he recognized it was blue gatorade which was a perfect look alike. When the laughter and shock quieted I explained that Tom and Ty refilled it with gatorade and had left it for Dad to give Tim on his birthday (April 23rd). Dad forgot. Krista had heard about it and tipped Tim off and he was prepared to play along. His contingency plan was not to swallow it just in case.

He even got Connie who knew about the gatorade but thought it was still on the desk. She thought Dad had given him the brand new refill we received the night she passed. Good times.