It’s gotten worse. My mom hasn’t hit “bottom” but it’s worse. This month was the annual family reunion on my maternal grandfather’s side. They’re a bit odd, but it’s all the family my mom has left, and they are the cousins she grew up with. Nearly all of them live in other places now, so […]
We made the trip home, and it wasn’t easy, but my mom’s Will is done and secured in a place where more than one of us can get to it. I won’t go into all the details, but Thursday was one long, giant fight. We got there at ~3pm and she showed up at 3:30 […]
We’ve missed the last couple of Luza Easter gatherings. Two years ago, we were just exhausted. Last year, it fell on our anniversary and we wanted to do something “better” than eat cheap frozen hamburgers and hot dogs in Dime Box. (We went downtown, had burgers, and bar hopped a little.) This year, though, E […]
I guess maybe there is pretend truth to the statement that time heals all wounds. This was the first year since that awful day in 2002 when “God” took Daddy from this world that I didn’t hone in on the date. Of course, I don’t believe that “God” took him.[1] I believe that we aren’t […]
2014. Today would have been your 68th birthday, Daddy. I miss you. You left us all much too soon. The world is weaker without you in it. My world is sadder with you gone. God is either cruel or non-existent; I believe in the latter.
It’s been a year (& little) since my grandfather passed and since our vacation this direction last summer…and thus since we’d been “home”. Of course, Paris has never felt homey to me and hasn’t been my home since the day I left for college…other than a couple of very-temporary summers. This trip is for my […]
That is what she prefers I call her: Mother. It’s how she signs the few cards I receive. What a formality for what is supposed to be an innate bond! Bollocks! You know one of the stories of when she was cruel to my grandmother. Today, I learned of another one. Mama Bee saw an […]
My great grandmother (dad’s dad’s mom) put a crochet hook and some yarn in my hand when I was just a baby–far too young to remember. She didn’t care what I did, she just wanted me to play with it. I can not remember learning how to crochet the basic stitch. I only remember my […]
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Thursday at ~12noon, my mom called to tell me: “they have taken away all the fluids” from Grandaddy. What? They took away the fluids and you know the body just can’t survive very long without liquids. I’m sorry. So….Grandaddy’s in the hospital? Yes. And you didn’t think it was important to call and tell me? […]