Monthly Archives: May 2013

Too much writing, I know. But maybe one

Too much writing, I know. But maybe one day my family will want to read this and absorb the details. We are great archivers in our family and there are so many letters and books and documents passed down, through … Continue reading

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Know what makes me cry really hard? The one

Know what makes me cry really hard?   The one line email my dad sent to my daughter, after she had bought him special bamboo socks to keep his toes warm now that he doesn’t have any flesh on him. … Continue reading

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Sad

I keep telling myself that this is normal; that your parents die before you, as part of the natural life cycle but it is hard to personally experience. I think losing him means losing the connection to so much of … Continue reading

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A blow falling upon a bruise…

Evelyn Waugh  said it very well: ‘A blow, expected, repeated, falling on a bruise, with no smart or shock of surprise, only a dull and sickening pain..’ Of course, he was referring to Sebastian Flyte’s fall from grace, into an inevitable future … Continue reading

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Spent the morning with my Dad

My stepmama needed to get out and do some errands. She doesn’t like to leave him alone and I can understand that – he has had a couple of falls, due to his weakened condition. I had already put aside … Continue reading

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This is a picture of my father and stepmama with my daughters. It makes me so sad to look at it because he isn’t that person any more. In this picture he is vital and energetic and there; now he … Continue reading

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Giftgiving

My father’s birthday was both sweet and sad. I had wondered what to get him and struggled to come up with anything; previously I had always given experiences or indulgences, such as dinner out or cases of good wine. He … Continue reading

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