I am in here.
Went to Mom’s apartment today for the first time since we were there for the Labor Day fireworks. I drank a warm beer while I went through her desk, looking for the combination to her safe. No luck. She’d gone through a whole exercise of hiding the combo and showing me where the hiding place … Continue reading safe
I don’t have a lot of knowledge of my mother’s family. Oh sure, the basics: her sisters (3, and she was the youngest, by 20 minutes) and my resultant uncles and cousins, her parents’ names (I had to give those for the death certificate – did you know that the funeral home issues that?). But … Continue reading We are our stories.
I am off crutches! The doctor said that, while the fractures are still there, not healed, I can begin to walk on the foot. But, “No marathons,” he said. I am happy to comply with that last because I can’t run a marathon anyway. I can type real well, but obviously, that’s not regarded as … Continue reading O frabjous day!
Two weeks. It seems longer than that. Other peoples’ deaths warp time for the survivors, I think. I’d say “grief” instead of “death” but I have no idea if this is grief I feel. It’s nothing like I felt at my father’s death. I need a new definition. I need a word that means both … Continue reading definitions
white pebble 