I have seen my father break. Crushed under the weight of the illness and death of his own father when I was a teenager. Then again when cancer took his mother and only brother within mere weeks of each other. I know what it looks like when my father breaks. And there is no shame or weakness in the breaking. Now I watch my mother. … Continue reading breaking
…but people keep dying and getting sick on me. Since my last post two more grandmothers have passed, this time on The Accountant’s side, and also within a few days of each other. Its been sad and exhausting. Four deaths within less than three months…too much. Kiddo has been sick with a stomach virus, then I got it and still have it, and now I … Continue reading yeah, its been a minute…
Just a quick check in as its been a few days since I’ve posted. My grandmother passed away a few days ago so its been a difficult week. A difficult couple of weeks actually. I want to post about her. Soon. Besides attending funerals, life is also otherwise busy. I have an old school planner that I use to semi-organize my life. Which basically means … Continue reading placeholder
It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, … Continue reading it’s raining, it’s pouring
I love our guest room for some reason. Maybe because its rarely used and stays clean. Or because its cozy and quiet. The dog doesn’t come in here, the kiddo doesn’t either, nor The Accountant. Its an untouched space of sorts. That’s where I am now. Sometimes I’ll take my laptop in here and sit in bed and do my internet thang, or even read … Continue reading from the guest room
