A Day in the Life of Sunshine 04/2015

"When was the last time, you ever saw the sunrise?" Old man kept working last night until 10:30 putting trim back up and making a backdrop out of tile for the stove, something was bugging him but it takes him awhile to get it out, earlier in the day he'd been with his dad at the dialysis center. It's a very unique waiting room, familiar faces, sometimes as many as 20-24 people you've come to know by opening an incredibly stupid broken door (should have been fixed some 3 years back), some people in wheel chairs with those insane paced drivers who spout what they think is in their book of rules. The patients are tired, cold, and hungry, needing a bathroom sometime when they finish treatment, not to wait 1-2 hours for a frickn pace driver, anyways it's nothing to get blessings from people there when you help them locate a purse, a snack, whatever. You make many friends, the diabetic patients have it the worst due to all the insane spin off diseases that can sprout and weaken them. Ricks punchline last night was that Ian had passed, he didn't know particulars, just poof, gone. I was Grandpa's driver on Ian's first day, he was originally born in Africa, his mom came with him, a nice lady ( a senior) he didn't know how cold you get during treatment so I gave him my hoodie, we made friends and looked forward to our bullshit sessions sometimes to the point of nurses bitching at us for talking so long he should be in for treatment, when I looked for him last week and the week before I began to worry, oddly enough he also took his Ma for dialysis on M W and F, and then his treatment was T Th and SA. He last commented that Ma was doing better than him. He as a black man (for skin tone)and found that he was turning blacker he came to find out it meant his liver wasn't functioning well either. He had been living in Cali until he got sick 2 years ago, we became friends 2 years ago already. I could listen to him talk all day, I loved his accent, melodic voice and his humor. Some people think we drive Grandpa to treatment, they think we're crazy for staying in the waiting room for 4-5 hours, we simply enjoy our little friendships and people from other walks of life, and keep our man that we value the most there company. As to Ian I can only hope he finds Ron Mays, who was a very powerful, intelligent and entertaining man as well, and kept the corrupter Chicago on it's toes with his critiquing website.