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
Lessons on Dying
I’m reading Cutting For Stone for book club. In it, a character mentions losing a parent after a long illness and that the parent first taught him how to live, and that now they were teaching him how to die. When Dad was in hospice, the counselor on site (Who – coincidentally – knew my parents when they were married.) told my brother and I the same thing. The last... Read More
Why Pink Makes Me Green
Edited to Add: This entry does NOT speak negative about any sort of pink-related support group. PLEASE read the entire entry before commenting. I believe someone may have sent this link off or posted it somewhere and just described it as an entry bashing the breast cancer awareness movement. IT IS NOT. I thought about taking the entry down because I don’t like upsetting... Read More
Happy Father’s Day
Today marks the second Father’s Day without my Dad. As most of you assured me, it has gotten easier. Sometimes I feel a little guilty about this. I believe I’d feel more guilty if my Dad’s dying wish hadn’t been, Get on with your life, already. Jeezus. It’s hard to feel too guilty for healing when you have actually felt more guilty for grieving since... Read More
