I-don’t-care-itis: Death of a small town
I-don’t-care-itis: Death of a small town. As part owner of an aging home in a small town, I’m interested in its upkeep as well as the surrounding neighborhood. On a…
I Have Not Come To Mourn. I Have Come To Say Goodbye.
She had been in a nursing home for several years, deteriorating at a snail’s pace. On my annual visits, my brother and I would question the wisdom of stockpiling old people in places like this.
Sunday Morning Musings: “Excuse me. Did you say condoms?”
There’s a long pause on my end while I try to process the fact that her husband is under hospice care, but apparently well enough to need condoms. I silently wonder if those are covered by Medicare. And I secretly think he deserves a high five.
When Dad Was Sick – Part 14
Before I left, I told Dad it was okay to let go and that he'd been a good dad. I don't know if he heard me. I like to think he did. It's been eight years. I know he's still with me, but I miss him so much.
When Dad Was Sick – Part Eight
he went to get up and his pants fell down because he’s lost so much weight and he didn’t have a belt on. I told him he should use the suspenders Kevin brought him and he said, “It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?”
When Dad Was Sick – Part Five
The second time Dad got up today about 2:30 he told Kevin the pain was almost unbearable.
When Dad Was Sick – Part Four
7/1/08 Today Matt called. Kevin came over. Mom and I went to the bank in Monett and emptied out the safe deposit box. No POA in there, mostly stuff about…