On Birthdays, Trails, and Truths.
YES. I'm wearing overalls in that picture. DON'T JUDGE ME. I think it’s funny that my Dad and I both regularly forgot each other’s birthdays, but now that he’s gone it’s all I think about the week leading up to his. Today it’s here. My Dad used to take us “hiking” when we were little. I put that in quotes because my life experience... Read More
Like Father Like…Nope. Nevermind.
I’ve had a weird 36-hour fever that has no other symptoms than just an incredible feeling of blaaargh. (That’s a medical term. Look it up.) Every time I’m sick I think of my Dad. He wasn’t a poster-board Dad for your typical Parenting Magazine things, but when it came for caregiving when I was sick? He was Dr. Mom. He spared no ounce of sympathy and pampering.... Read More
Pain.
Two years ago I said Goodbye to my Dad. Today I’m in crippling pain due to a plethora of reproductive issues that are always plaguing me, but seem to be at a pinnacle today. I feel like that’s the universe’s way of giving me an excuse to be in bed and grumpy. And also doped up, if I have anything to say about it. Nothing like dealing with emotional distress by... Read More
Expectations and Bitterness
Wesley is very bitter I cut his hair. He would like to return the favor by cutting mine in my sleep. I mentioned once that my Dad taught me not to fear death, but lately I’ve been thinking about some of the other lessons he taught me while living. He mentioned these lessons periodically in reference to several things that happened in his life and I find myself revisiting... Read More
Happy Birthday, Dad.
Dear Dad, Happy Birthday! I’ve forgotten a few of your birthdays over the years, but since you forgot a few of mine too – I harbor no guilt. I think that says something about our relationship. Or about our memories. One of the two. I miss you a lot. But more than how much I miss you, I’ve been surprised by how much pain I feel over what you’re missing.... Read More
