Big birthday party this weekend for another Uncle, it seems I was the subject of conversation. I was home watching NASCAR. I was caught doing a good deed in secret. A few months ago my cousin's husband died. We weren't exactly real close. They had me by a few years. But life is what it is. I knew my cousin couldn't afford a headstone for her husband. I told her not to tell anybody...another cousin and myself covered the cost. We let her pick it out. A nice double stone, vases on each side, whatever she wanted. A blank check. Took the family a while to figure it out. Seems Eric (the monument man) mentioned it to one of my Uncles who was there about a stone of his own. And now...everybody knows. My Uncles came over to tell me that they were proud of me. That made me feel both good and bad at the same time. I do what I do because I believe it's the right thing to do. I don't do it for pats on my back, or bragging rights. But yes, it felt good having my Uncles--men that I've respected my entire life-- coming to my house as a group-- and telling me that they admire what I've done. (I'm not really a bad SPOOK)
Good for you, there is no substitute for the true joy and peace that comes from quiet inconspicuous service.
Next time use cash and you won't be found out and can maintain your tough exterior, ya big ole soft marshmallowy sweetie That was a very nice thing for you and the other cousin to do. Your uncles have every reason to be proud of you
