14 years

90 years ago this past Wednesday, Emil’s mom was born. 65 years ago this week, one of Emil’s brothers was born. 14 years ago this past Wednesday, Daddy suffered a massive heart attack. Happy Birthday, Mom. I still miss you like crazy, Daddy.

Happy Birthday, Daddy!

Happy Birthday,  Daddy! I’ll be honest. I hope I am very distracted today. Jes just lost her dad, and I am spending the week with her to help her get through some of the physical stuff.  I don’t need to add to her grief.  You’d turn a young 69 years old today. Mom is still […]

Baby steps

There have been some baby steps made by The Abuser and my mom. His truck (his “precious baby” truck) has reportedly moved to his house. This is huge. He loves that truck more than anything else. He was storing it in the extra garage bay at my mom’s. He helped set up for and then […]

When will this end?

It’s gotten worse. My mom hasn’t hit “bottom” but it’s worse. This month was the annual family reunion on my maternal grandfather’s side. They’re a bit odd, but it’s all the family my mom has left, and they are the cousins she grew up with. Nearly all of them live in other places now, so […]

Well, It’s Done

We made the trip home, and it wasn’t easy, but my mom’s Will is done and secured in a place where more than one of us can get to it. I won’t go into all the details, but Thursday was one long, giant fight. We got there at ~3pm and she showed up at 3:30 […]

Easter plans

We’ve missed the last couple of Luza Easter gatherings. Two years ago, we were just exhausted. Last year, it fell on our anniversary and we wanted to do something “better” than eat cheap frozen hamburgers and hot dogs in Dime Box. (We went downtown, had burgers, and bar hopped a little.) This year, though, Emil […]

Time heals wounds….what?

I guess maybe there is pretend truth to the statement that time heals all wounds. This was the first year since that awful day in 2002 when “God” took Daddy from this world that I didn’t hone in on the date. Of course, I don’t believe that “God” took him.[1] I believe that we aren’t […]