There is no purpose driven blogging here. I was in a meeting all day yesterday and had my cell phone turned off. I didn't even check my messages until the end of the day. I saw that my Grandma had called twice around the noon hour. I knew something was wrong and, I felt bad because I was just calling back 4 hours later. She told me that my Uncle Kenny had died.
Uncle Kenny was 61 years old. He was brain injured as a child; however, he had certain abilities that you and I will spend a lifetime trying to acquire. The parts of his brain that were injured affected his ability to feel pain. Grandma told me he once walked around for two weeks with a shoulder out of joint and never said a word. Apparently he was also unable to inflict pain. He lost his ability to say a bad word about anyone. Seriously, I never heard him say a bad word about or to anyone and believe me he could talk. Also, it didn't matter if he was your uncle or if he was meeting you for the first time. You were greeted the same way. His right hand shook yours and his left patted you on the back. He shook your hand and patted your back a little longer that most people. He never said so but, it was like he wanted to make sure you were okay before he let go. He also liked to hug.
Anyway, he got to die just the way he lived. Yesterday he was raking leaves at the church and then he died during the night. He felt no pain; however, to anyone who knew him, he finally inflicted a little.
