Karsten’s father passed away yesterday. He was 84, and he’d been dealing with a variety of illnesses including emphysema (despite having never smoked a day in his life) and prostate cancer (which he beat — it was the treatment that led to complications). So while his death was not entirely unexpected, it was still rather Read more about Sad news about Karsten’s dad[…]
Monday is the anniversary of my dad’s death, again. It was a reflective time for me last year and it’s looking like it will be the same this year. I can tell because last night we went to see Josh Ritter (whom Jae has been talking about for years but I’m just catching up). There Read more about Thanks, Josh Ritter, for getting me ready for Monday[…]
I wonder about the organizers of Bonnaroo, and whether they intentionally scheduled the festival for the weekend of Father’s Day. You have to figure that with 80,000 some attendees, there are bound to be a whole lot of arguments about missing the family cookout or whatever. As I am not attending Bonnaroo nor is my Read more about Forgetting about Father’s Day[…]
I’m tackling my big paper pile o’ doom. This paper pile actually started accumulating while my dad was sick, and has slowly grown its own gravity field ever since. I’ve paid bills and taken care of enough odds and ends that it hasn’t actually made itself into an emergency, but enough little things went hidden Read more about And no paper cuts yet, either![…]
I honestly can’t think of a movie concept I’d be likely to enjoy less than this one.
Well, here it is: the day I’ve been dreading. It’s been one year since my dad died. I thought I would have a lot to say about that, but I find myself oddly quiet on the subject. The only thing I’ll say is what I wrote in an email to my sister this morning: I Read more about One small year and some tiny kittens[…]
In the MySpace forum for my high school, I just found out that my high school band director died in June. I’m totally heartbroken about it. I searched a little on the web, and found a Legacy.com guest book for him. I left the following message there: I just found out about Mr. Cross’ death, Read more about A great loss from my past[…]
but we made it in one piece. Well, two pieces, I suppose, counting me and Karsten separately. I’m completely exhausted. Glad to be home, but have already cried twice tonight. I’m going to try going back to work on Monday. Here’s hoping I hold it together. We scaled the wake back to one evening instead Read more about It’s a long drive back to Nashville…[…]
When your cell phone rings at 2:35 AM, you can be sure it’s a call you wish you didn’t have to take. I marveled at how calm my mother managed to sound as she said, “Your father passed.” I took some time to completely fall apart in the hotel room, with Karsten comforting me. It’s Read more about When at last you reach the end, turn around and start again[…]
So I guess I haven’t posted in a while. It’s not for lack of stuff to write. In fact, I should probably be journaling like crazy through all of this because, as I explained to over the phone a few weeks ago, I could write a freakin’ book about how weird and surreal this whole Read more about Drawing to a close[…]