Brian always kept the entire family entertained. He just always had such an unusual way of looking at things and always just said the first thing that came into his head.
My sister came and had lunch with me today for support as she knew yesterday was going to be hard on me. Today I was able to talk about Brian. We sat outside in the little garden picnic area provided by our building and as I looked down at the beautiful blooming Hyacinths I remembered one mother’s day when he was about 13, Brian asked me what kind of flowers I liked. (His dad had put him up to asking.) I am not a long-stemmed roses kind of person and told him I would like something that I could plant in the yard. I said, "How about hyacinths - I love hyacinths." He later told me about going into the garden shop with his dad to get them and he told the lady he couldn’t remember what they were but they were pink and sounded like Hippopotamus!
Miraculously, she sent them home with a pretty pink Hyacinth tied up with a bow.
She laughed and then she reminded me of her all-time favorite “Brian story”. Which I agreed was also mine. And I decided to share it here.
During the 1980’s I used to be a lot more organized than I am today. Had I not been with three kids, cats, dogs, rabbits, a full time job and attending college classes in the evenings – I would have misplaced a child or two on a daily basis. One thing I credited with helping me keep down the clutter was that the American Kidney Foundation sent trucks around regularly to pick up household items and clothing donations. I was diligent about clearing out the clothes and shoes that the kids had outgrown or older toys that they no longer played with. We just did not have the additional drawer/closet space to spare. So consequently, I was on their list of “regulars” and they frequently placed a courtesy call to me the week they would be in my area. I was in the middle of preparing country-fried steak for dinner when one such call came in.
Brian was home from track practice and was in the kitchen with me chattering away about his day when the phone rang. I turned to him with both hands full of flour and said: “Grab that would ya and see who it is – tell them I’ll call them back in just a few minutes.”
And this was what I heard on his end.
“Hello, no, she’s busy right now. Can I ask who is calling and have her call you back?”
Suddenly, his face turns ashen and he has the most confused and …disgusted look on his face and then he literally yells into the phone:
“DO WHAT? Like WHAT? Spare body parts?”
And with that he shoves the phone at me and literally runs from the room sick to his stomach. Totally baffled, I take the phone --dusting everything in White Lily Flour --and say: “Hello?”
On the other end the lady is literally rolling in the floor and she says through fits of laughter:
“Yes mam, I’m with the Kidney Foundation and we are going to have our truck in your area this week and were wondering if you had any donations you wanted us to pick up?”