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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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