Monday, March 08, 2010

Turns out he's broke

My uncle, that is. As near as anyone can tell, he's blown through $2 million in the last two years.

He can't travel, he hasn't given much away, and no, it wasn't heavy stock market losses. I dearly wish it was one of those things, because the truth just confirms my fears that his mind is tapioca.

He blew it gambling
at the Grand Victoria Casino.

He won't go to doctors, he hasn't monitored his health, but he can somehow make it to the slots.

While the mental deterioration this indicates scares me, I'm also ambivalent about it. Because I am still going to promise him that his beloved Bennie, an aloof old gray tabby, is forever comfortable and welcome in my home. And this will be one of the first things I've been able to do for him that he knows is because I love him and appreciate the kindnesses he has shown me over the years, not because I'm trying to get into the will.

I have a magnet on my refrigerator that says, "My family is a freak show without the tent." I feel that way these days. I really do.


  1. I'm sorry about all your Uncle's problems. I hope that things begin to improve for him, I'm sure knowing that his cat will be taken care of gives him piece of mind though.

  2. OMG. Love the magnet.

  3. Have you heard the story about the guy who owns Oriental Trading company? Same thing, no money. It's sick that the casinos prey on old people, but then you have to take responsibility.
    Every family is a freak show!!! Some just keep it hidden.

  4. Oh my. Well, I trust that he will know what's in your heart when you offer to take Bennie.

    (Sends a hug and a reminder that yes, there are tons of freak shows out there. Have you met my bitch cousin? hehe)


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