I just got a call this morning from my Aunt Judy.
Uncle Frank died in his sleep last night.
This was not unexpected–right after I had written the final post in December, I flew down to stay with them for a week, and came back about three days before Christmas. He was in good spirits then, but it was obvious to us all that he was in great pain and was very tired–he had cerebral palsy–and had suffered from several bouts of pneumonia in the past several years. He was no longer able to swallow, so was being fed by stomach tube, and he was just tired and weak.
Uncle Frank was a wonderful man–he had a PhD in psychology and had taught at Vanderbilt University in Nashville, but I think he was proudest of his clinical work. He was particularly effective with people suffering from PTSD, and was involved in a high-profile court cases involving women who were victims of domestic violence. He was very, very good at calming people who were considered to be too violent for other doctors to deal with, and he was very loving and compassionate.
He was a wonderful husband to Aunt Judy, always supporting her in her creative endeavors and was her best friend in all ways. He, and she, for that matter, helped keep me together during the darkest years of my life, those being the ones immediately following me leaving Morganna’s father, the divorce and long, horrid custody battle. Without the two of them, Zak and Gram, Aunt Judy and my Dad’s mother, I would have not made it through those years, and I am not sure how Morganna would have fared, either.
So, I will be traveling with Zak and Kat soon to Tennessee for the memorial service.
For those of you who do such things, if you could keep my Aunt Judy in your prayers, she and I would appreciate it.
Thank you all.
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