My mother

My mom was born in 1942. She’s part of the “silent” generation. She’s the youngest of three. Her older sister died in her sleep. Her older brother is still here. I wonder what she was like back in the day. I imagine she was a rockstar. Opinionated. Direct. As much as a silent generation babyContinue reading “My mother”

Dates that changed me on a cellular level

December 8 2023 is one. The day my dad took his last breath. I never imagined I’d hear it but I did. It was labored. In hospice. It was the “death rattle”. It was late. He’d been in hospice for a night. I know now that he’d been in transit before he’d gotten there. InContinue reading “Dates that changed me on a cellular level”

Hospice

When my dad finally got approved to go to a specific hospice, he was moved so quickly. Thank God, I thought. There they would give him pain meds. They would attend to him when he Shat himself. I thought, finally, he’d get the empathy to die in a dignified way. I was right. His roomContinue reading “Hospice”

Waiting for it to hit me

The on going experience of grief