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
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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
More on My Cat and Neglect
Upon reading Stevie’s background, I at least understood his background. Perhaps that could give me a clue as to why he triggered me. I had no idea that I’d ever suffered from neglect. Neglect to me was a kid living in squalor conditions, something sever like that. That never happened to me. I remembered I’d… Continue reading More on My Cat and Neglect
How my new cat triggered me.
About a month ago I went over to the local humane society to see about adopting a cat. My beloved cat had died during the pandemic, and I was getting “cat fever” to get another one. My initial intention was to get 2 kittens so they could be together. That is not what ended up… Continue reading How my new cat triggered me.
Wanting to feel safe
PT 3 Things remained the status quo for a number of years. I eventually bought a house in the “big city’” which I felt safe as far as needing any kind of emergency services should the need arise. If I ever need the police or fire department, they were nearby. I actually felt safer in… Continue reading Wanting to feel safe
Wanting to Feel Safe
I was born in the Midwest. I initially went to a college nearby, a little more than an hour from the town I was born in. I later transferred to a college in a nearby state (I’ll write about that whole affair later). It was an 8 hour drive from the college to my parents’… Continue reading Wanting to Feel Safe