alligatorob
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Ate well, exercised, and I feel good tonight. I spent about an hour and a half helping move thrift store things outside for a big yard sale (volunteer work) and then did an hour and 25 minutes at the gym. Probably won't go to the gym tomorrow, we'll see.
My uncle did die during the night. His three kids were with him, so it was not as bad as I feared. My aunt, who is 94 did not get to see him, but she had just a few days before. He is my last surviving blood aunt or uncle, his wife is my last surviving aunt by marriage. A generation passing.
He was a good man, and unusual in many ways. I always saw him as a kind of role model. He taught High School English in a small town in south Louisiana. He was unusual for his age in that he was a strong supporter of civil rights all his life. When he was young that was a brave and unusual thing in such a place. When his neighborhood started to integrate many of his neighbors organized to harass any black folks who tried to move in. My uncle decided to make an effort to offset that and when the first black family started to move in he quickly and in a very noticeable way went over and helped them move in and get settled, he continued to do it until the harassers went away. It made him a bit of a pariah in much the local white community, I am surprised he was not physically assaulted and managed to keep his job. I did not fully understand the bravery that took, it would have been much easier to just be quiet. Now a days it is much easier to be liberal and pro-civil rights. I would like to think I could have done what he did, but I am not sure. Rising to the occasion is hard when faced with the personal consequences. He lived 96 years and until about 3 days ago was in good health, he did squats every morning. In his later years he had many friends, most younger, a lot of them his former students. He also had a lot of black friends, mostly people who knew what he had done. Even today black/white social relationships are rare in that area.
A good man and a good life. Sad to see it end, but easy to celibate his life.
My uncle did die during the night. His three kids were with him, so it was not as bad as I feared. My aunt, who is 94 did not get to see him, but she had just a few days before. He is my last surviving blood aunt or uncle, his wife is my last surviving aunt by marriage. A generation passing.
He was a good man, and unusual in many ways. I always saw him as a kind of role model. He taught High School English in a small town in south Louisiana. He was unusual for his age in that he was a strong supporter of civil rights all his life. When he was young that was a brave and unusual thing in such a place. When his neighborhood started to integrate many of his neighbors organized to harass any black folks who tried to move in. My uncle decided to make an effort to offset that and when the first black family started to move in he quickly and in a very noticeable way went over and helped them move in and get settled, he continued to do it until the harassers went away. It made him a bit of a pariah in much the local white community, I am surprised he was not physically assaulted and managed to keep his job. I did not fully understand the bravery that took, it would have been much easier to just be quiet. Now a days it is much easier to be liberal and pro-civil rights. I would like to think I could have done what he did, but I am not sure. Rising to the occasion is hard when faced with the personal consequences. He lived 96 years and until about 3 days ago was in good health, he did squats every morning. In his later years he had many friends, most younger, a lot of them his former students. He also had a lot of black friends, mostly people who knew what he had done. Even today black/white social relationships are rare in that area.
A good man and a good life. Sad to see it end, but easy to celibate his life.
Thanks Cate, and I guess i know that, still it felt odd, today was fine.
It was, but at least his kids got in. When I spoke with her today she seemed as good as could be. She was very happy that his kids could be with him at the end.
Yes it was, here is a picture taken in February, they took me out for crawfish that night.
I know it did not hurt a bit. I suspect I will soon be increasing my calories a bit anyway. But not until I see more weight loss, holding pretty steady right now.
I know it must look that way, but I don't feel like I have any more "self-discipline" than anyone else. I just do it one day at a time. I do worry about being able to keep it up, but I will keep trying, as always one day at a time. Now I find it almost embarrassing that I did not do this earlier in life...
