Feeding my starving children and a dead neighbor

Crass title. But, unfortunately, an all-too-true title. My good intentions got me nowhere this week. They say intention matters but I’m more of a “where the rubber hits the road” kind of gal. If you’re going to do something, do it. Don’t hem and haw about how you’re planning to do it, meant to do…

Cheerios moments

I am missing the small things. If you’ve ever lost a loved one, you soon realize the moments that haunt you, that you would give anything to get back, are the little ones. The Cheerios moments. Mother’s Day falls on my birthday this year. At times like these, I try to celebrate how blessed I…

Remembered

My dad was never one to forget a special occasion. Even when it was completely out of synch with modern society, he bought each and every one of his six daughters, as well as my mother, a wrist corsage to wear each Easter. My mother received a dozen yellow roses for each of her 62…

Focus. Anchor. Breathe.

When you lose an anchor in life, if you’re smart, you look for another one. If you’re wise, you make yourself that anchor. Any regular reader of my blog knows my father passed away last summer and my sister is battling Stage IV ovarian cancer. I was going to make this entry lighthearted and then…

Befores and Afters: Conclusion

When you return to your mother at the hospice, she is visibly changed. You are with her on one of her worst days; the whole day she is grabbing at her clothes and you, trying to get out of bed, frantic to go, not at all lucid. On your last visit, you were able to…

Befores and Afters: Part III

Written after my mother died, this post and the two prior are about the experience, honoring a promise I made to Mom to write abour our journey so others will know they’re not alone. You walk in just as the priest is about to give last rites. Your sister moves over to let you hold your…

The last perfect day

In the end, what he gave me was one last perfect day. When I visited my father in Ohio over the last 18 months of his life, the visits were short. If I’m perfectly honest, it wasn’t just because of my schedule. It was because Dad and I could have a perfect 24 hours. After…