Uncle Taddy is Sleeping

ed. note: what follows was written by my nephew, Quinn, my brother Rory's youngest. I haven't changed a thing except to correct spelling and put it in paras.

He's a wonderful lad and my godson. He has been eager to help me get better. He was going to write down a post as I dictated but, well, read on and learn for yourself.

This is Quinn. I'm thirteen years old. I'm in the eighth grade at PDS Middle School. I play guard on our basketball team.

Uncle Taddy is my uncle. He's a pretty good man but he sleeps a lot. He just had surgery. He moves real slow. Its kind of funny. I know he's hurting but its still funny.

He came home from the hospital about two weeks ago. Not quite two weeks.

I asked my Dad if I could stay with Uncle Taddy and help him out when he came home but my Dad said I would be in the way. And what about school?

This week our teachers have been in meetings and Uncle Taddy talked to my Dad and said he could use my help. So, here I am.

My cousin Meche which is short for Mercedes does most of the stuff to take care of Uncle Taddy. She makes sure he has clean clothes and food and takes his medicine and stuff like that. She talks to the nurses and the doctors and tells them what's happening and how he's doing.

I get the mail and carry the garbage out and lift anything heavy that needs to be lifted. I carry the laundry to and from the laundry room and have learned how to fold laundry. I even learned to scramble eggs.

I'm glad to help out my Uncle Taddy. He's always been good to me and my brother. We've spent a couple summers at his farm in the mountains. That's a lot of fun.

What was supposed to happen now is I was going to write down what Uncle Taddy said to me. Then he was going to put up the article in the blog he belongs to.

But he talked for about ten seconds and then went to sleep. He sleeps a lot.

I wish my dog was here. She likes Uncle Taddy, too.