jingle_jangle (jingle_jangle) wrote,

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 Tomorrow will be two things:

1) Appointment with neurologist (no worries, twice a year until he moves me back to once a year - at least it isn't once every two months!).

2) A week after my great-uncle died in his sleep.

If you're near a dill pickle tomorrow - be it a bite or a whole pickled cucumber straight out of a massive jar - please eat it in his stead.  It was the one thing he truly wanted when I mentioned the words a few months ago, but his wife refused him such want.

He's in a better place:  Away from his second wife and back in the arms of the wife he left, but still loved to his dying day.
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