My dad died when I was 26. Almost exactly ten years later, my mom died too. I was 36. When Dad died, I turned to alcohol. When Mom died, I turned to therapy. A lot of things went into those choices. With Dad, I was only 26. Way too young to lose a parent. It…
I had a moment today. I was outside with my dogs when I saw Siouxsie playing with something. She was picking up little chunks of something (pieces of sticks) and tossing them in the air for herself to chase. This reminded me of our family dog, Kona. Kona used to stand on her back…
I have to admit. This one is a little odd. I mentioned in a previous post that my mom was a nut bar. And, even though Mom passed away in January 2018, she continues to make me do crazy things. She always said she wanted to be cremated when she died, a request I was…
Last night, I took Mom to her first concert ever. We drove up to Tulsa with Mike and Sarah to see Garth Brooks.
Note: My mom is a caring, intelligent, wonderful woman, whom I am lucky to call a friend and love with all of my heart. That, however, is not the subject of this particular post. My mom is a complete and utter nut bar! Let me start by explaining a little something about Mom that will be…
Note: I originally had a point to this post, but, somewhere along the line, I forgot what it was and it was just too cathartic to stop writing.