Monday, January 24, 2011

Slow sad days


My friend Ralphie Tebbe died on Saturday morning, exactly one week after his first stroke.  It is scary to think it was so fast from beginning to end.  Diane, who now calls herself the Widow Tebbe, is bouncing between lucid moments and hyper moments. 

If I were in her shoes at this moment, I would not have many lucid moments. 

flowerShe told me today that they had just come back from spending her birthday in their beloved Smokey Mountains.  Their goal was to retire there.  He loved his kitties too, they always had 3 or 5 around underfoot.  So I will send some money to the cats in his memory.   And an hydrangea will be delivered to the funeral home tomorrow.  They loved to putter on their property and care for the plants.

They will have an Irish Toast for him on Tuesday night, I am still debating if I will go or not.  Of course Frank is out of town and it is about  an hour and a half away.  Not sure I want to be driving by myself at night.  I will decide that tomorrow.

glen:  sleep, my sweet friend, sleep the sleep of the good.


  1. Glen - there is nothing to say at a time like this. Just know my thoughts are with you.

    Hugs - Marie

  2. I'm sorry to hear about your friend. He sounds like a good person to have known.

  3. Oh Glen, I'm so sorry to hear - you are in my thoughts.


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