Uncle Bennie

If you have been keeping up with my Uncle Bennie and praying with me, I'm sickened at heart...He has passed away.

Just this morning they were saying that he could last another year.   Just this morning...   Just.  This.  Morning.

They had taken him off the ventilator day before yesterday and he astounded them on how well he did.  Today his blood pressure started lowering, his entire family was in his room, his eyes were tearful and he passed on to the other side from this green earth peacefully unto the Presence of the Lord.

My mom and he were darling little siblings on the waterfront in the 30s... My mother?  Clearly upset.  She is soon to be 88, Uncle Bennie was 86.   A very young 86.


My Grandma, Uncle Bennie, and my mother, probably around 1933.

He came through beautifully through triple bypass surgery.  The doctors were artful in their work conferring for hours and taking very good care of him.   But then came the ageist attitudes and hatefulness of a certain disrespectful nurse coupled with a young doctor who lacked discretion in aftercare along with gross negligence.  There is more detail I've written already in previous blogs.


Finally, the old family doctor was in charge, the same one who saw him through cancer and watched with a glad and thankful shock as the bacteria left his body just last week.   That doctor fought for Uncle Bennie, he told the family that Uncle Bennie was such a fighter, just such a fighter.  There are still doctors from the old school who will fight for our loved ones.  If you can find one like that you have found a gem.


Uncle Bennie is with my Grandma and Grandpa Oddo now.



I'll miss your gentle ways, Uncle Bennie.


Thanks to those who took the time to comment and pray with me.


I'm an only child, and Uncle Bennie was the only uncle I had that I've known in life.

It's been a heck of a couple of years.   Pray for your loved ones, take care of yourselves, the hospital systems and the ageist and humanistic attitudes are not to be trusted.   It's not God's way.  He is bigger.  And He is Just.  (a gentle nod of the head).




You took good care of me at a certain time in my life Uncle Bennie.

Love you.   Maybe now you can take care of pets, maybe you are a veterinarian in Heaven?

Maybe you, Grandma and Grandpa are on the beautiful peaceful waterfront again...







Me and Uncle Bennie one Easter Morning.

Do you remember when you came over Uncle Bennie to help me with my sick puppy?  You came over and with your gentle Elvis Presley voice said...I hear you have a sick puppy ...as you took a thermometer out of your pocket...




Edit.  11.10 8:47 am.  I remember Uncle Bennie riding around town in his jeep, just like the one Elvis Presley drove in one of his movies where he was also in the army.   My grandma always had a professional photograph Uncle Bennie had done of himself posed with his acoustic guitar next to the beige rotary phone.  It was so iconic of my grandma and grandpa's house.  Later there would be a wedding photo of Jem and me also next to the phone.

It's funny, in my family decor was hardly ever changed.  Once things were up, they were up.  There was never anything changed for the sake of change unless extremely out of style, they were all too close to the great depression for change for fun.  My family laughs at me because so much of that is engrained in me.







This little fur angel looks very much like my Uncle Bennie's dog, Jigger.



Well.   That's it for now.  A public blog for those sprinkled around this green earth who will stand and pray and just be perhaps interested in the life of this forest girl and her family.



Take care now,  prayers are very appreciated dear ones.       ~Amelia

Perhaps I will add edits as I gather my thoughts.   Just a quick blog for the moment.