My Dad doesn't say much on a day to day basis. Days go by and all of his spoken words combined equal a paragraph...maybe. He doesn't say much, but he sings. BOY does he sing. He has a love for old, romantic ballads and belts them out with such passion that you barely notice that … Continue reading 31 years late: A life without my Dad
Parents are people too
Who were my parents before they were my parents? Who were they before they became a 'they'? This was the question that came to my mind as I had lunch with my Dad today. With his age and illnesses it was difficult to watch him struggle to hold a spoon in his hand as he … Continue reading Parents are people too
Isn’t it Ironic…
Him- "So what about Jack?" he asks, "He raised your brother. How is he? Does Junito see him?" Me-"Jack is in a nursing home. He's been there for a while." Him- "Oh yeah? What happened to him?" Me- "He has alzheimers." Him- "He doesn't have a wife anymore?" Me- "Yes, she is still there for … Continue reading Isn’t it Ironic…
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