Sunday, funday. Football day. The actual day of my birthday. Another perfect day.
In the morning, John, Doreen, Tom and Lonna came to the house and made breakfast for all us. Eggs, bagels, and lox. My brother Seth and nephew, Jared, came over as well and ate and hung out. It was like an old fashioned football Sunday morning. Loved it. John and Doreen live in Tucson. This was their third visit since I got sick. The first time they were here, we went to breakfast and then I had to go to the hospital. The second time they were here, I had just gotten out of the hospital and was pooped when they here. Those two, plus Tom & Lonna, were who I was with in Vegas several months ago when I was feeling like pure crap and went to bed at seven on a Saturday night. They saw with their own eyes me go from having fun to being feverish followed by chills. So what made yesterday even more special was that they were here, I'm improving and I felt great. I tried to give a thank you toast but I got choked up and was on the verge of crying. I've cried a lot over the past six months and opted not to this time...so the toast was a short one. It was also the first time I've seen my nephew since I got sick. He's taller than the last time I saw him and he's a real nice kid. Kid? See I am an old man.
At our house Tom and John prepared brauts for a barbecue that my mom was having was later in the day. The things were soaked in beer and onions. And when grilled, were super good and super tender. Tender not being a typical braut descriptor. My mom usually lives in Berkeley, but she got an apartment down here in Long Beach to be close to her youngest son when he got sick. It's got to be tough to be a mom with a sick kid, no matter how old the kid is. Now she lives just a few miles from us. The bbq....you guessed it.....perfect. Family, friends and food. Oh and some tequila, although of course none for me.
The day ended around 6 and it was time for home and time for bed. I was pooped, but had a great two days. thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks everyone. The two days meant more to me than I can say. Truly uplifting.
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