Life With Uncle Dave

First, let me apologize. I am far from the writer Uncle Dave was, and the last couple of posts by me do no justice to his blog.

I just wanted to post once more to catch y'all up:

It's been a long week. Probably because it's been about 10 days, but I digress.

Tomorrow is two weeks since Dave passed, and though it's been tough, we're all still here. Well, you know what I mean.

Jen (Dave's daughter) has come and gone, his possessions distributed amongst his family and friends, and my house is beginning to get back to normal. There was a tense moment when J. Edgar Dogg produced a will naming himself as sole beneficiary, but as he had spelled Dave's name with two "r's" it didn't stand up in court.

Dave was cremated, and we had a simple gathering of family at his favorite restaurant. I know he would have enjoyed seeing all of us together, and actually getting along. Jen plans to spread his ashes on Mt. St. Helens close to her mother. I questioned integrating him with such a geologically unstable place, but she thinks the mountain can handle him.

This site will stay up until sometime in April, when it will either slim down to just the front page or simply fade away.

Thanks y'all for coming here over the last few years - it really meant a lot to him to be able to hear from old friends and make some new ones through this blog.

In a way he was able to travel again, something he really wanted to do but was unable to towards the end.

Again - thanks, and may God richly bless you as you travel through your lives.

-Dale

It is with much sadness and a very heavy heart that I must tell you all that Uncle Dave passed away earlier this week.

As some of y'all know, he and I had lunch pretty much every Saturday for the last couple of years - but when I went to his trailer this morning he was gone.

He went at home, at his computer, and with his TV blaring. In other words, pretty much the way he was usually happiest.

We're all gonna miss him terribly - for as many reasons as there are folks who knew him - and I think we're all glad that the pain of his many ailments has ended.

Thanks, y'all, for being here for him. He loved hearing from his friends - old and new - and looked forward to reading what you had to post here for him.

I apologize for telling all of his friends this way, and not calling, but I honestly didn't know where to start. I'm sure several of you know of friends to call who may not read his Blog, and I'd appreciate if you could contact them.

I'll post any information as soon as I get it.

I’ve been pretty quiet lately mostly because of health problems. I had one, count em’ one visit with a particularly dense uncaring “Nerd” of a doctor, he decided without even reading my history file that he would cancel about half of my medications.

One of those medications was the one they started giving me about 14 months ago that finally eased my chronic heart pain. It was nice not living with constant pain. When I run out and could no longer renew the prescription, as you might expect, the cardiac pain came back in full force. It really sucked.

Last Friday I saw my “New” primary care physician for the first time. She went berserk over the ulcers on my legs but I couldn’t get her to commit on what she would do about the heart meds. So I am stuck in limbo for now, or at least I would be had I not found some old meds from some months back before they got the dosage just where it needed to be. They are lower dosage but I have enough to take two at a time until they, the “Doctors” decide my fate. If they’re final decision is that I don’t need them I will keep going until I run out of what I have now, but I have no clue what I will do after that.

Bye the way, this drug is not normally an abused drug. It’s name is Isosorbide-Mononitrate and it’s only use as far as I know is the one for which I use it.

Just another benefit of having served in the US Military and getting to go to the VA for health care.

Bye for now,

Uncle Dave

I was driving down the Interstate the other morning and I noticed a few things that had not occurred to me before. Some of it might be considered troubling.

It was a cold crisp winter morning and the sky was as clear as glass. As I drove south the incredibly bright sun was just a few degrees above the horizon to my left and it was shinning through the leafless trees leaving a series of straight lines on the road in front of me. The lines were so distinct they looked like bar codes such as you find on every product in the universe these days. I wondered if this was how the concept was born in the first place.

I than noticed something else as well. On the right side of the road there were several small white crosses with the remnants of flower wreaths and bouquets around them signifying that there had been an accident involving some fatalities there sometime in the near past. I jumped, albeit somewhat slowly, to the conclusion that their might be a connection between the “bar code” shadows and the accident. This was based on the knowledge that lights flashing at a certain frequency have been known to set off seizures in persons with “normally” well controlled epilepsy, that is of course, under the right conditions.

It took a goodly amount of research but I did find out that there had been an accident at that spot that had happened about the same time of morning as when I passed by and that several people in the van involved had died. I got nowhere when I tried to ask questions about the driver and in deference to keeping my head attached to my shoulders I quit asking questions. I’m pretty sure that the families had no interest in further investigation of what had to be a very troubling accident.

The bottom line is that if I, who drove through the area at 60mph with no predilection toward seizures had noticed the flashing light like bar codes what effect might it have had on someone at a different speed who was prone to seizures?

Yah, of course it’s a huge reach but it does make one wonder.

Uncle Dave

I am no longer a Republican! Yesterday or maybe the day before I think I was but today I am not. I haven’t been a party-line sort of person well...ever but I was a Republican all the way back to Goldwater. The guys who call themselves Republicans now days are just not the sort of people who I feel I can identify with, believe in, or trust.

Especially that little weasel Bush-II. His dad was OK but he is scum, stupid, inarticulate, disingenuous, lying scum. About the only person in his administration for whom I hold a lower opinion would be his VP. He is smarter than Bush II but he is more evil. About the only people in that administration I really liked were Colon Powell and assistant Press Secretary Peter Seat, Powell because he is an honorable man and Peter because I have known him since he was born (loyalty is important to me.)

I like the new president but I don’t care for much of what he is doing in trying to save us from this perceived “Recession.” $900,000,000,000.00 is ridiculous, especially when you have no plan to re-coupe it.

By-the-way, I am not a Democrat either.

Uncle Dave