Eat The Fucking Cake.

It’s 930 at night,  and I’m sitting in the emergency room with my Step Father (Ron) on his 70th birthday, Just minutes ago we we’re surrounded by friends and family in celebration of his 70+ years of awesome. Ron has a close friend who we know only as the “Unc” he a  93 year old World War 2 Veteran. Not the type of vet that wears the hat, has the bumper sticker, or ever really talks about his time in the service. Ron has lived next to “the UNC” for 30+ years, Ron is a Vietnam Era Veteran, and the UNC served in the battle of the bulge in World War two, so even though they had that in common, they both rarely conversed of that time in there lives. 

       The UNC and I didn’t interact much but when we did it was surface talk, except this one time…. it was about 6 years ago, I think I was about four weeks into a paleo challenge, and I was over my mothers for dinner and cake birthday. When I passed on the dessert and tried explaining to my family why I couldn’t eat the cake the Unc looked at me in the eyes, and said Eat the fucking cake. Without giving me a line about how important it is to eat cake with your family, or that I need to enjoy time with my mother on her birthday, he simply implied all of that with his sideways tone. 

    So here I am 6 years later, sitting in the emergency room waiting for this guy’s brain to bleed out, incoherent, and struggling to hold on. His body is probably experiencing similar things as his time overseas, preserving blood flow for necessary organs, in straight survival mode, barely clasping on and all I can think about is my one actual interaction with the guy.  When my stepbrother passed away a couple months back, he was there for my step father when he needed him most, always present.  Now as serious as some of you take your diet, your challenges, your Crossfit… trust me, nothing is more important than that piece of cake. EAT THE FUCKING CAKE, and enjoy time with your family. 


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