I guess you never grow up to your mother...

Let me start by saying I am not a morning person...it beome relavent later...
A friend of mine was in the hospital on Tueday, when I got home from visiting him I received a phone call from my Mom (81 yo, oldest in her family) that one of her younger brothers (68 yo) has died rather unexpectedly. Gibby was one of my favorite uncles and it came as quit a shock to the whole family because he is fairly active, always positive and had just been to the Drs. Anyway I got the info that my cousin wanted me to be a pall-bearer and I needed to be at Marshall Funeral Home at 9AM Friday.I live about 4+ hrs from home, so after work on Thursday, I set off and arrived in Corpus Christi around 11:30PM - My mom is a night owl (see, i come by it naturally) and she wanted to talk cause the death has really shaken up the whole family....I mean I thought I would be the next cousin to have to be planning a funeral after my Dad's scare and utilmate 1 month stay in the hospital this past December. Let's just say it hasn't been a very good year the Mircovich Clan... anyway we were up until 1Am talking...I said I was going to set my alarm for 7AM so I could get up and have plenty of time to get to Aransas Pass Funeral Home...usually takes 30mins, but I still think of thing in Austin terms, so figure'd I'd allow an hour for CC rush hour... At 6:30 AM my mom woke me up to be sure I set my alarm for 7AM - "Yes Mom, I'm going back to sleep,now"... 6:45 AM: "Honey, I make you some oatmeal for when you get up so you don't have to waste time", "Thanks Mom, I'm going back to sleep now" as I tossed and turned for the final 13 minutes before the alarm - my mind was racing. Forget-about-it, I'm getting up. I left the house at 7:45, thinking I would be dealing with Austin type morning traffic and opted to drive down Ocean Dr. instead of the Freeway.If anything it would be a nice veiw with the sunrise on an otherwise sad day. OMG, I pass more cars getting out of my neighbor just trying to get to work at home than I passed all the way to downtown Corpus Christi. I forgot I grew up in Mañanaville, I don't know when rush hour is, but it's not 8AM in Corpus Cripsy (as an Austin friend refers to it). I never hit any traffic and arrived in Aranasas Pass around 8:20.The staff was just arriving, I think I might have freaked them out being so early, but it did give me some time to pay my last respects, find a mirror to tie my tie, and take a short nap on the overstuffed couches before the day's activities started.My cousin who was handling organizing stuff for the family got there around 9:15, so I had to give him a hard time about telling me to be there at 9AM!He said I thought your wife was coming, so we told you a little earlier...alas they know her well. We have friends who tell Mary to be places 30 mins early cause they know she will invariable be late."Oh well, my bad, I should have said I was traveling alone..."
Now that everything is over and i have started to catch upon my sleep, I guess it's nice to know you can count on your mom no matter how old you are, I just wish she would believe me when I say I have set the alarm...We will miss my uncle, he was special to a lot of people in his little comuunity of Ingleside and we are all better for it. I am glad to have had such an excellent example of how a person should live their life.
Goodbye Gibby...and thanks Mom.