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
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
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
Day 03: Something You Have To Forgive Yourself For
Remember the 30 Days of Truths thing? I have nothing to blog about today so I thought I’d tackle the one I’ve been thinking about for a few weeks. Something You Have To Forgive Yourself For. This was hard because, while I have a lot of guilt issues, I wouldn’t really say that I have anything I haven’t forgiven myself for. I don’t hold grudges against... Read More
