OK… I know I’ve been accused of having a morbid sense of curiosity, and maybe it’s not right to talk about some things, but you know what? It’s my father. If it helps me grieve, then I can write whatever I want. That being said, Dad’s “cremains” arrived today. That’s the funeral home guy’s word, … Read more
The family night for my dad’s passing is tonight. We’re having “Family Night” in lieu of a viewing, since Dad’s being cremated. We are borrowing an urn, since Dad is being shipped off to the crematory in a city near the beach and won’t be back until Thursday. We were in the funeral home again … Read more
I’m at my Mom’s home, five hours away from where I live now. The reason for this trip was supposed to be so that I could see my dad before the liver cancer got to the point where he couldn’t recognize anyone, but that’s pretty much out the window. When I arrived Friday afternoon, my … Read more
If you were able to keep riding on the same violent roller coaster over and over again, eventually you’d want to take a break just to get your equilibrium back, even if by then the fear had temporarily subsided. That’s how I feel. My fear of losing my dad has (I’ll give you that it’s … Read more