My father has been dead for a little over a month now and things have drastically changed for me. It truly has been a blessing in disguise. While I am tempted to say it’s one of the best things to have happened to me, I feel like that’s a “bad” thing to feel and say… Continue reading The Aftermath of My Father’s Death
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A Blessing in Disguise
As I mentioned before, my father died on March 22, Saturday. When I got the call from older sister, I’d already known from my oldest sister’s posts that my father had died. I will explain my use of my father versus my dad, A dad feels more intimate than a father, which is why I… Continue reading A Blessing in Disguise
The Immediate Aftermath
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
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
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
Why am I afraid to let people help me?
I work full time for this company. My particular department is small, only consisting of a handful of people. I trained all of the other people who work in this department. There are 2 shifts. Right now, there are 2 people to cover M-F for each shift. My co-worker works with me on Tuesday, Wednesday,… Continue reading Why am I afraid to let people help me?
Cutting the Strings
PT.1 I was talking to my massage therapist during a Life Coaching session (who by the way is really good at that, but more on that later) and I believe we touched on the subject of what’s blocking me, or something like that. I could be wrong, but that’s the gist of it. At any… Continue reading Cutting the Strings
Untethered
I was listening to a psychic medium on you tube, when the host mentioned a book entitled “The Untethered Soul.” It immediately piqued my interest. My massage therapist had that book. So I went to go buy it. It was the last copy at the store. What it means to me after talking to the… Continue reading Untethered