The strange reality is both my parents are gone now, and with that the final hints of true devotion only a parent has for their child. The last of that echo, however faint it became these past few years, is now truly gone.
Read moreOddly Even
I’ve grown highly aware of all the versions of me that have existed like ripples through my lifetime. Not only the ones streaming farther away from me now as I grow older but also the ones left to come through me.
Read moreCommune
I sold my mothers dining room table last night. One of the last things my mother mentioned to me, in her right mind, was what a poor job I was doing taking care of it. She was right but I like to believe it came alive in the second part of it’s life, rather than sitting lonely in a room waiting for people to commune around it only a few times a month.
Read moreSometimes
She said to me, “How about we stick together so none of us get lost?” I asked her if she keeps getting lost and she said, “Sometimes.” The moment has been haunting me a little since we had it.
Read moreAn Old Song on the Radio
Just another old song on the radio
And I can’t seem to remember my soul
The words come and some I let go
I’m anchored by what I can’t control.
Mon Day
I sat there like it was a park bench on a beautiful day, looking out across the expense. My heart was breaking, my eyes tearing, all the while not surprised by this result. I kept reasoning, “This the natural progression of dementia. The goal is to help her let go.” Perhaps I had to let go too.
Read moreNatural Exit
“Death is rarely fast and easy. It is also rarely painful,” Arvin said. He also reminded us, “you’re never too late to switch course,” which provided the dark levity our guilt-ridden Catholic hearts needed.
Read moreThe Little Things We Do
A truth born in the spirit of connection and understanding of this wonderful world: so heartbreakingly beautiful, so abundantly lonely.
Read moreMoment of Clarity
She was breathing heavy. It had been silent for a stretch and then she asked me if I even remember my childhood fondly? It took me by surprise, like a chess move when your opponent is not at the same skill level but makes a strategic move. I vacillated between telling her the truth and reassuring her.
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