This morning my niece Stephanie called and while we were talking she mentioned that she had a terrible nightmare last night.
It had to do with losing 2 things and being in danger of losing the third. And her going to my mother’s house in Florida to pick up the things my mother left and since she had no money she had no place to put them.
She said she was overwhelmed with grief and she couldn’t shake it when she woke up.
I explained that it was clearly me she was worried about. She lost my mother and my sister, Iris her mother and I was all she had left.
She clearly feels responsible for me.
And not just Steph.
My sister calls me 10 times a day.
My nephew Brian never takes a car trip that he doesn’t call me and talk to me until his arrival.
Julie feels like she has to drag me to anything that seems like the slightest bit fun.
Matthew who is as hard to corner as a butterfly is visiting me on Christmas day.
My niece, Randy came down and weeded my whole terrace.
My nephew Barry, in Oregon calls me “just to chat”
The rest of them just call to make sure that I’m not sobbing in my closet and I know they all talk to each other to check on that.
And don’t get me started on my friends and David.
There is only one solution.
One of you losers who reads my blog better kill dave and marry me.