A Little About Love & Life Lessons, Oh, and Cancer. Don't forget about the Cancer.
My (teen) daughter came home from school today with her daily tale of woe. This girl was mean, that girl is not her friend anymore. (C'mon, Mom keep up) After what felt like an hour of complaining, I held my hand up in surrender. "I can't listen to this negativity anymore." I said. I mean,... Continue Reading →
It's been a minute since I've written. And I have so much to write about, yet every time I sit down to type, I just can't put it together. My thoughts are everywhere. My brain never shuts off. My sleep is interrupted by thoughts of treatment, memories of my dad, worries about my kids and... Continue Reading →
My dad was a car guy. His whole life, he worked on cars, read about cars, put together models of cars, and drove some pretty cool cars. His favorite, hands down, was his old El Camino. Brown. Ugly as hell, but man did he love that thing. No matter what other cars he had over... Continue Reading →
I'm feeling a lot of things. And when I feel all the feels, I write. So, here I am typing away trying to work out what's in my head and heart. I'm just gonna bullet point it for a sec. My dad died two months ago. I'm not okay with that. Like, at all. Shortly... Continue Reading →
I couldn't sleep last night, Dad. I've got that biopsy this morning, and as hard as I wanted to just close my eyes and fall asleep, the thoughts of the last biopsy kept me awake. Two years ago. A simple procedure. One biopsy that turned into three, with eleven samples taken. The prognosis: Stage 4... Continue Reading →
Today's the 17th. Just a date on the calendar. Mid-January. No big deal. But it is. It's been one month since my dad died. How did a month go by already? I still feel broken. I still go to bed an hour early, so I can sit with my thoughts, and cry openly without worrying... Continue Reading →
So yesterday was my mom's 80th birthday. My dad wanted to have a big party for her, but with his passing just a few weeks ago, my mom just couldn't bring herself to see all of the friends and family that were just at the wake and funeral. So my brother and I opted for... Continue Reading →
It was meat raffle night at the Cathay Center. It was also karaoke night. Two of my favorite things brought together by the Boy Scouts. Oh, and the obvious - Chinese food. Can you say trifecta? But tonight, I wasn't feeling it. I didn't feel like being social. I wanted to stay home and curl... Continue Reading →
If I could just lay in bed and cry, I would. But I have a family, a business and people who count on me. To say that I haven't been finding joy in things is an understatement. My dad died. Did you know that already? He died on my brother's birthday. One week before Christmas.... Continue Reading →
December 24th: Christmas Eve. One week ago today. One week. Seven days. Just seven days ago, my dad was having open heart surgery, following a heart attack. The night before he called me from his hospital room, excited to have surgery, so he could be home for Christmas, a new man. He'd lost almost 30... Continue Reading →
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