Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Unexpected

My earliest memory of my uncle, moms brother, is from the summer after our parents divorced. Mom, Rose and I came to Oklahoma City to visit her parents. My uncle and his family came over to our grandparents for a cookout. There was so much food I couldn't imagine how we were ever going to eat it all. My uncle and grandfather grilled for what seemed like hours while my cousins and I played in the yard. Rose and my youngest cousin were both infants at the time and we delighted in pulling them around in a wagon. There were many such cookouts over the years once we moved here and always so much food and fun. We never thought about how at some point those days would be gone forever.

My uncle was a kind gentle man much like my grandfather. He served in the Air Force first in active duty and then in the reserves for more than twenty years. He had nine children, seven stepchildren, numerous grandchildren and great grandchildren but he treated Rose and I like daughters. Then quietly, much as he had lived, he died on April 7th.

I spoke to him everyday since I moved back home four years ago, sometimes three or four times a day depending on what was going on in the world. At first our conversations were mostly about mom since she was battling cancer but after she passed away we mostly talked about sports, he was an avid sports fan just like mom was. He would also call about things he heard on the news, I don't like watching the news so he wanted to make sure I knew what was going on. The morning of April 7th we talked about the fact that he wasn't feeling well when he woke up. I asked about his blood sugar and his blood pressure. They were both high but he had taken his medication and was going to take it easy he said. The day before he had been running errands and on Monday he had worked in his garden. I didn't think much of the fact that he said he didn't feel well but asked that he call me later to let me know how he was feeling. When my phone rang at about 7:00 pm and I saw on the caller id it was him I answered the phone by saying "hey how ya feeling?" but, instead of his voice it was my aunt saying he was not breathing.

We rushed to the hospital but I knew that if paramedics had left their home with him not breathing they were unable to revive him. When I told Rose that he was in heaven with mom, grandma and grandpa, our favorite cousin Thomas and our Aunt Julia she said she wanted to go to heaven too. I didn't know how to respond at first but then I said that I hoped she would stay with me because if she left there would be no one to take care of me. She didn't respond but I hope we both live a long time, I'm not sure what I would do without her.

There are things in life that are expected but yet when they happen they are often unexpected. Death is one of those things. And even though I have lost all of the people who made me who I am and the pain of that will never go away, I am grateful for being born into the family that I was born into.

This is my first painting since my uncles death and I titled it Unexpected for all those things that I should have seen coming a mile away but never did.

Have a great day everybody, thanks for stopping by.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Betty has the most interesting way of painting abstraction. Her colors are brilliant and her design is bold sensuous and indicative of bright carnival colors. Her work almost looks like looped tapestry. Her colors are bright, bold and happy. Your eyes are riveted to her brilliant art work. Abstraction was born from a long chain going back to Impressionism the middle income answer to bourgeous realism . She has such a well honed sense of design. Her canvas is well balanced and drenched in gorgeous color. She is the master of abstraction but to tell you the truth I like her style better than the most famous abstractionist of all the famed Pablo Piccasso. This abstract style would be the most singular art piece in decorating a huge living room or den. Abstract isn’t an art style that appeals to all consumers, but I feel that Betty has captured motion and emotion in her art.

Jessica Torrant said...

I am so sorry for your loss Betty. This painting is a beautiful as well as painful tribute to your uncle who clearly meant so much to you. I too lost an uncle, a man that I loved dearly and who was a wonderful influence in my life. His death was a shock as well - aren't they all in a way? I send love and condolences to you as well as some happy news. You were the winner on my blog. :) You can take a look at the tags in my stamps shop and see which set you'd like. Email me with your address at jtorrant@aol.com and I'll ship them out to you. :)