• Neighbor came by with a sweet condolences card.
• Started hip-hop class (now can I finally realize my dream of becoming a cool dancer?)
• Friend Ed sent a lovely compilation of writings on grief.
• Planted my first garden (flowers) this weekend (whew - gardening is hard work! Who knew? I'm so sore from turning over soil, spreading and raking, ( Read more... )

My dad passed away on the morning May 3rd, at home, at about 5:45 am, at age 65. Thankfully, I had changed my plans so that I would come in Saturday night rather than Monday night. We (the family) had a beautiful day with him on Sunday, for which I will be eternally thankful. His wife and I were with him when he died. The end was rough, but quick. ( Read more... )

Hi all,

Heading to Boston next Monday. My dad is entering the final stages of his illness. Hubz has been very nice.
I'll get to meet my new little nephew, too.

Hugs.

Well, unfortunately my dad seems to have passed into a new phase. After over a year of doing well with his pancreatic cancer, and continuing to commute to work on the train until about a month ago, he then wound up in the hospital three times in the last three weeks, trying to fight off various infections. He went home this past weekend, and they ( Read more... )

I want everyone who reads this to ask me no questions, no more no less.
Do not ask me anything.
Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including me) to ask you nothing.

Whew, it's been a hell of seven months since Hub dropped the bomb. The clock is ticking on our divorce. The house is sold. Sigh ( Read more... )

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Wow, I have to say that's freaky, the dream I had on July 17th, in light of all that transpired three weeks later, the far-reaching effects of which I'm still in the throes.

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