March 22, I got the call about my father had died. It was around 2 p.m. my time, when i got the call. It’s funny how I found out he was dying. I wonder if they even were planning on letting me know. My older sister and her husband send out Christmas cards every year… Continue reading The Immediate Aftermath
My Friend Fran
I met Fran about 6-9 months, maybe a year, after I moved to the State, I currently live in. I met her through mutual friends. She was about 40 years older than I was. The age difference didn’t matter, we developed a friendship. She lived close to me at the time. I would go visit… Continue reading My Friend Fran
More on My Father’s Death
I wonder if my father was waiting for my oldest sister to come out so he could pass. It would not surprise me. After my father died, my older sister called me. Even though I’d read the test messages, she told me my father had died. She then proceeded to tell me that “we all… Continue reading More on My Father’s Death
The Death of My Father
I am on a group text with my remaining siblings who are still alive, as we are scattered around in different areas of the country, to get updates on what’s happening with my father. My oldest sister has been out to my father’s place. She happens to be a nurse by profession. I’m not sure… Continue reading The Death of My Father
The Dutiful Daughter
I had started writing a different blog about my father and was going to write about part of this idea of being the dutiful daughter when I had a session with my massage therapist/holistic life coach. Now I’d been seeing her for about 8-10 years. The only reason I can estimate that is she once… Continue reading The Dutiful Daughter
More On My Father, PT.3
Last Saturday, I received a group text stating that my father was doing okay, though he had lost a lot of weight and gets confused at times. He evidently likes to talk on the phone and talks about me often. They said they were going to call me until they realized the time difference didn’t… Continue reading More On My Father, PT.3
My Dying Father, PT.2
As things turned out, I had the initial date wrong. The date my father went into hospice was January 4th. In late December, my father celebrated his birthday. Evidently, he thought he was turning 100 (99 actually), so my siblings threw him a 100-year-old b-day party. Through text messages, I learned that not long after… Continue reading My Dying Father, PT.2
My Dying Father
We interrupt the normally schedule blog for a special breaking blog. I was actually working on another blog to publish when this came up very, very recently. I hope to get back to that one, eventually. I had left work to meet a plumber at my house when I had gotten a text. As an… Continue reading My Dying Father
A Few More Phobia Details
When I write these blog posts, I generally don’t write the entire thing in one day. It can take several days or even longer, depending on what’s going on with me. I mention this because of a talk I recently had with my massage therapist/spiritual life coach, after I had written the previous post. My… Continue reading A Few More Phobia Details
More on Phobias
As I was writing up the first part, I suddenly remembered that there was another time I had a panic attack. I had a meeting in the basement of a church. When I went to this get-together, I had no idea it was in the basement of a church. As soon as I got into… Continue reading More on Phobias