On September 13, 1968, in a Florida navy hospital I found my way into the world. Fifty years, which seems hard to believe, but here we are. I’ve lived an amazing life, or at least that’s the way I see it, and hopefully, I’ve learned a few things along the way. On my approach to
It’s amazing how time flies by and suddenly you realize you haven’t posted to your blog in weeks. After my stepfather’s passing, there was pride and in between and since has been the never ending parade of tasks involved in helping my mother move on. She moved in with my brother and his family yesterday.
There is something about a quiet office in the very early morning when you’re the only one there that is very nice. I needed to get in early to make up for completely missing yesterday. I’m dealing with some terrible side affects from a new medication increase, and that on top of the migraine I
My stepfather died on Friday at a few minutes after 2pm, more than two hours after we pulled the life support. When I first met Robert Flory twenty-one years ago, I was not his biggest fan, I’ll admit. I thought he wasn’t good enough for my mother, I thought he was a gruff old man,
My week started with a phone call from my mother on Sunday in the early morning hours. My step father had a heart attack and since then we’ve been living in the waiting room of the CICU unit, getting pulled back and forth between hope and despair. This means most of life is on hold,