Auto Mobiles Updates: Re: [NASCAR-Group] The late Judy Kay Rush

Your momma was right. Barney ain't nuthin but a big fat purple
dumbass! LOL :D

On Sat, 24 Oct 2009 04:15:02 -0000, "polt8115"
<poltergeist8@sbcglobal.net> wrote:

>Allow me to be up front: I realize that there are those here, and
>everywhere that have lost one or both parents, some of us have also lost
>brothers, sisters, children, grandparents, ect. Never in the midst of
>this process have I taken an ounce of self pity in the respect of
>goading or making my loss any more important than anyone else's, and I
>say this with the connotations of understanding, not because anyone has
>said anything negative to me at all. Rather, at first, I felt like I
>just couldn't bring myself to talk Nascar, or Goodyear, or Fantasy, or
>anything really, as this death thing is heavy. However, I ended up
>finding here something that has been more than medicinal, more than
>uplifting; I found normalcy here as well. An anchor in the real world
>that has actually kept me on the ground, and kept me interested in being
>nothing more than just, normal. When Dale Sr was killed, the racing went
>on. I always felt like Nascar and Fox traded on Sr's death to the max,
>and used it to sell a product of racing that has left many with a bland
>taste. My point however is, just like the racing, life too has gone on,
>and here in Alan's group, I have found it rather easy to immerse myself
>and find an almost paradisiac island of escape.
>
>Let me please tell you about Judy Kay Rush, my mother. Blunt,
>intelligent, articulate, yet, gullible, wounded, and child like. She
>read books with great alacrity. She read Stephen King's "IT" in less
>than two days. She loved Robin Cook, Dean Koonz, Charles Dickens, Lord
>Tennison, Bernard Shaw, Edgar Allan Poe, but also; Dr Suess. Many of the
>quotes and anecdotes I say here are from reading books out of her
>library as a child. Mother could say the right thing at the wrong time,
>or vice versa. I'm sure many of us here remember the kids show,
>"Barney". She absolutely abhorred this show. In one of her sleeping pill
>stupors, she said something I will never forget, in a room full of her
>grandchildren, not fully aware of her surroundings: "Jeezus.. this
>Barney. He ain't nuthin but a big fat purple dumbass.." See, she had
>this knack of saying what everyone else was thinking, but was themselves
>afraid to say, because after all, to me, Barney was a big fat purple
>dumbass, and I always wished he'd had eaten that one Michael kid. Mother
>had this other thing about her. She lived within her own singularity.
>Her divorce from my father was hard on her, and she never remarried, or
>even desired to. She always lived with one of us, her children. I even
>asked her one time about a year ago why she never sought out a 'peer
>group' of her own. She shrugged her shoulders, and it appeared I had
>hurt her feelings. I did.. and I didn't realize it until now. We, her
>kids and grandkids were her peer group, and the only people outside her
>sisters and brother she cared to keep in her circle. Keeping up and
>living with different ones of us throughout the last 30 years gave her a
>sense of purpose, and a reason for feeling needed.
>
> Another good thing about her, that I used to just LIVE for from her,
>were the moments when we'd be at a christmas gathering or something,
>mother would bust off again, what everyone would be thinking and not
>saying, or she'd be approached by some uninformed idiot that would ask
>her a question.. see rule number 1 on this issue with mother was this:
>If you ask a question that you really don't want an answer to, then by
>God, you'd better be prepared for an answer you didn't want to hear.
>Your feelings didn't matter to her when she was telling you truisms. You
>asked was always mine and my siblings response to people that would say,
>"Jeez, your mom's kinda mean" Also, I just knew that anytime we had a
>reunion or gathering, I would get to see her in action on these things,
>and it would give me something to look forward to at what sometimes
>would be the most boring get togethers. There was actually a preacher
>at a funeral of a friend of hers, who everyone knew that he'd had just
>had a kid out of wedlock. Well, he approached her and said, "Judy, you
>should come to church more often.." to which she replied, "okay, but my
>daughter is off limits bud".
>
>He never said another word to her again.
>
>Mother would gripe at you about how you would spend your money, but then
>would call you the first of every month, and out of the blue say, "look,
>a hundred bucks is all I can give you".. without you ever asking her.
>Her heart, appeared to be made of brass, but it in reality was full of
>giving, love, and the blackest, most Monty Pythonesque humor. She'd tell
>you a dirty joke during a funeral, or she'd call you at three in the
>morning and say. "ahh hell, I forgot what I wanted.."... 'click'. And
>you'd be holding the phone and you'd smile, because she wasn't joking
>you, she'd wake up and think of something she needed to ask, but then
>would forget and hang up on you.. On the same token this: How many times
>have any of you tried to remember the name of some obscure or long
>forgotten celebrity or relative, and it would bother you until you
>thought of it? Okay, she'd do that sometimes too.. "oh, what was that
>woman's name?" or something to the affect. It could be two years later,
>three oclock in the morning, and your phone would ring, and she'd say,
>for example, "Rosemary Clooney!".. and with our family, you'd remember
>that exact conversation and go, "Oh yeah..." and then.. 'click'... she'd
>hang up that fast. She actually called her sister one time on a prank..
>my aunt was giving away free kittens, and mother said she was calling
>from a chinese restaraunt, and ask my aunt if the kittens were 'plump
>tasty like' kittens or were they 'only good for broth'... My aunt wanted
>to kick her ass but couldn't quit laughing at the same time.
>
>My mother Judy and I had a very strained realtionship for a long time.
>As I matured, and reached my thirties at that point, we finally embraced
>the past, and put it away. However, I want to say this one more story
>about her.. Mother loved cats. She'd coddle them, name them, feed them
>from a bottle if she found a kitten or something like that. When she
>last lived with me two years ago, she had two orange tabby cats. Smokey
>and Bandit. With her, cats were people ya'll.. seriously. She'd talk to
>her cats, and say things to them, that she feared saying to others. She
>would open up her innermost self to them. Well, one day, Smokey and
>Bandit were sleeping on my 200 dollar suit that I had just brought back
>from the cleaners... I was pissed. I said, "that's it, I"m gettin rid of
>them damned cats".. she looked at me, and you could tell that the child
>like possesivness in her took over and she said to me, "I'll kill you in
>your sleep too bub!" I laughed till tears rolled. No, she would never
>do that, but she felt like her cats, or her 'kids' were being
>threatened...
>
>I could go on forever. I will end this posting with this one last line
>of thinking: Plato once wrote, "You will forget their face, you will
>forget their name, but you will never forget how they made you feel". My
>mother must have been on his mind when he etched these words, but the
>ones that suit me the best were penned by Lord Blakley, when writing
>about a friend of his, of which I apply to mother; "She definitely
>stomped on the terra" and guys, she did. I give to everyone here, my
>love, my loyalty, my friendship, and above all, my gratitude. Tomorrow
>is her memorial, and I am eulogizing my own mother. I will not have this
>a cry fest, she would have been angry with us. I will tell them of
>stories both funny and scary, and I will tell them that this lady, this
>mutant of intellect and fury definitely stomped on the terra.
>
>With tears of both joy and rememberance,
>
>moi.
>
>
>
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