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Aftermath

Monday, June 4th, 2018

I wasn’t at the hospital when my father-in-law passed away. I’d come down with the start of a cold the day before, and I didn’t want to risk making him any sicker than he was. He passed away the first night his two sons stayed with him for a 24 hour period. I also wasn’t there when my father passed. We thought it would take a week minimum before his body gave out. I left around 10p.m. and he passed around 3:15a.m. the next morning. I’ve regretted not being there when these two people left us. So when my grandmother’s future looked bleak and I was with her and other family members in the hospital last week, I was bound and determined to see this through.
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My Mother and My Grandmother

Wednesday, May 30th, 2018

“The seasons come and go again,
And what was old is new again,
They say you’re over times have changed…the end…
But there’s no end to this story”
(Kim Wilde, Pop Don’t Stop)

Mom did something very odd last week. She sent me an e-mail with the subject “I might need some help”. I thought, okay, she goofed something on the computer. I’ll stop by after work and sort it out. Then I read the message; “Something is wrong with me.” She didn’t want to alarm my grandmother, so she e-mailed. I called my boss, left a minute or two later, and called her. There was something not quite right with her speech. I called Ralph, told him what was going on, and he called mom. He ended up calling her an ambulance.
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Your Father….

Wednesday, May 23rd, 2018

“You’re father….”

I get a sick feeling in my stomach to this day when I read those words. Two words shouldn’t do that, should they? But it’s all about context, especially in this case. And for some reason, the words were seriously bothering me this past Sunday night. I’ve met some colorful people over the years, many of who I continue to be in contact with. Others? No. I’d also asked many of them to contribute to the Face of Gay blog series back in 2012 and 2013, including the person who said the aforementioned words.
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Chasing Shadows

Sunday, April 29th, 2018

“Nothing’s the same anymore.” (Commander Jeffrey Sinclair, Babylon 5)

And he’s correct. I don’t mind change. You’re thinking I’m lying, right? Well, the truth is I don’t mind change as long as things stay somewhat the same. For instance? I miss the way Twinkies taste. They were softer and full of flavor as a child. Fewer preservatives, I think, and a much shorter shelf life. Going to see a movie was different then too. You waited in long lines to be packed into dozens of rows with no stadium seats, hoping nobody tall or with big hair sat in front of you. Movie theaters were gold mines then.
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When It Finally Feels Real

Saturday, April 14th, 2018

A friend of ours who Ralph used to live with while he worked in Chicago many years back passed away a week ago. This came as somewhat unexpected news because while Marianne had several things going wrong with her, she always rallied. Always. Kinda of like a cat with 9 lives, plus a few extra. She’d gone in for surgery last November or December, ended up on a ventilator—shades of what happened to author Dorien Grey—and had a number of ups and downs while in the hospital and rehab ever since.

Then Ralph and I got the text last weekend. Marianne had passed.
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Have A Nice Life

Monday, February 26th, 2018

I remember the first time I heard this phrase and it stuck with me. I was listening to Cyndi Lauper’s Christmas album and she says it in a song. It struck me as…ironic? Not mean since it’s a Christmas album. I’ve heard the phrase said in a less-than-happy way. Actually, someone said it to me last year and it wasn’t in a humorous way at all. More on that later. The odd thing is I caught myself thinking “Have a nice life” the other day. About a house.
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Hope

Wednesday, February 7th, 2018

Every time I think I should sit down and write a blog post, I keep thinking of the hundreds of them I lost and I just can’t find the strength to do it. Ironic considering the title of this one, isn’t it? I’m trying to be hopeful or at least find hope in some things again. This is an uphill battle, sadly.
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The Closing of the Year (2017)

Sunday, December 17th, 2017

I woke up this morning (Sunday) after realizing I smelled my father’s cologne. He wore a specific scent as far back as I can remember, and I’ve always associated it with him. Mom hasn’t felt dad’s presence since he passed away. I have from time to time. A couple of action flicks played on the Blu-Ray player the last two evenings, so I figure he came around for a little father/son film time. There may have been another reason.
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An Explanation Of Sorts

Sunday, December 3rd, 2017

My husband, Ralph, told me his Chinese horoscope stated 2017 would be a year of change. This has held true and not just for him.
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Snoring Your Way Through Romance!

Monday, February 14th, 2011

RECOVERED

Didn’t we just do this whole Monday thing last week? Seriously… Maybe we ought to just start having 3-day weekends instead. I’m betting that idea would win if we took a vote. All in favor? Motion carried. Now, on to my guy and the reason I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep this weekend.
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