It is standard practice to ask people how they are as part of a social interaction. It's fascinating to me how profound that question is when you are walking through grief. When each day presents a new wave of emotions, my answers vary, but I am transparent. I don't...
Cleaning out my childhood home has been interesting. Items found have given me a whole new view of my parents. Yesterday, as my youngest perused through their vast album collection he came across one that was titled "For Lovers Only" which I could have gone my whole...
I hear the excuses. People with their "when I finish this, I will start that" or "I don't have time to do such and such". Excuses. Excuses. I am a firm believer that excuses are merely avoiding the potential to fail. What people seem to forget is that by not even...
As we trudge along with the daunting process of settling my mother's estate, I am learning all kinds of things. For example, the seller's disclosure paperwork that is needed when selling a home, inquires if the home has ever been a meth lab. Meth lab, friends. Then it...
Shoe horns. That is what I am finding most when cleaning out my mother's home.....my childhood home. I suppose some go back to my father, but honestly, I am baffled at the amount. It is like they are multiplying as I find them. Maybe my parents wanted to start a shoe...
No one should ever start their birthday week off burying their mother, yet here we are. I will say I survived my first birthday without her. Maybe it was because we are so busy with the details of settling her estate and I am decently distracted. Or perhaps, I am...
Yesterday, we buried my mother. I was surrounded by the best people who anticipated my needs before I even know I had them. One of my best friends kept offering water and reminding my to use the restroom especially before the service. If you don't have a friend like...
My mother took her last breath on June 2 around 4:30 a.m. while my sister and caregiver were by her side. As life continues to move forward my mind is boggled down by the massive to-do list. I know that I don't have to do everything at once. That there is really no...
I am waiting. Waiting for my mother to take her last breath. No one prepares you for the act of dying. The longevity of the process or the heartbreak you feel as you watch the person, who was one of your biggest teachers/cheerleaders step closer to their exit. Yet,...
If you have been following my blog or perhaps, you know me personally, you already have surmised that I really don't blend in with a facade. What you see is what is what you get. So while social media darlings profess their unwavering devotion to their perfect spouse...
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