Uncle Cy is mom's older brother. At almost 90 years old, he is almost deaf. From what I understand, he is still spry and walks to school every afternoon to pick up his granddaughter. He lives in Memphis, so it has been years since I've seen him.
Uncle Cy is my Godfather, which means he promised to help raise me in the Catholic faith when I was Baptized almost 58 years ago. I'm not sure I can say he had much to do with my faith... there was no need for that since my own parents did the job as good as some and better than most. But he did always treat me as his special little niece and has never failed to make me laugh.
So when we decided to meet our friends from Wisconson in Memphis (my chat friends who read my blog will know them as Snowman and Kris), I had to call Uncle Cy.
Here is how the conversation went:
Me: Uncle Cy! This is Deanna
Me: No! Your niece, D E A N N A!
UC: Oh, Deanna! How are you?
Me: Great. We are coming to Memphis
ME: Jim and I want to see you.
UC: Jim died?
ME: Noooooo..... We... Jim and me... want to come see you (I swear I am yelling and speaking very slowly at this point). We are going to be in Memphis.
UC: What day?
ME: S U N D A Y!
ME: I talked to Lisa (his daughter he lives with) and got directions
UC: You will need directions. I need to give you Lisa's telephone number.
ME: I TALKED TO LISA!
UC: You talked to Lisa?
ME: Yes. I will call you Saturday to tell you what time we will be there Sunday.
UC: I go to Church at 4:00 on Saturday.
ME: We will come on Sunday
UC: That is good. What time.
Great pause on my part at this point.
ME: I love you Uncle Cy. I will call Lisa.
UC: I love you too.
I swear he had a catch in his voice at that point. He wasn't able to make it to my mom's or dad's funeral or his other sister's funeral. I hope to make this trip again soon to travel with his "baby" sister, who is dying to see him again but won't make the trip alone. It is the least I can do for them.
I love you Uncle Cy. Thank you for that "walking doll" you gave me when I was 4.