My father passed away last March 9.
It was weird how they told me. They asked me to come over to my parents house, deliberately failing to inform me that he was already gone.
I felt weird though, like I knew that Daddy going to the hospital was a very bad sign. After all, if they had to call an ambulance, it didn't bode well for him. And how many times can a person escape death really. Daddy had escaped death three times. And I was afraid his luck was all spent up.
When I got there everyone was waiting for me outside the house. And then...
Mar 28, 2017
Jul 20, 2016
I Read Your Flickr Comment 10 Years Later
I just read a comment on a Flickr photo which someone left 10 years ago. It was filled with hatred and vitriolic language. The person who left the comment really hated me - and of course, I know only one person who feels or felt like that. I also know I never did this person wrong. I just had - and still have - what this person desperately wanted.
The one who left the comment probably didn't realize that what she said wouldn't hurt because first off, none of it was true. Secondly, her opinion - especially when stated "anonymously" - doesn't...
Aug 14, 2015
Musings at 6 am
I miss writing.Oh, I write. I do. I do. I get paid for every word that I type, every sentence that I create. I suppose that counts, but I don't write from the heart. I get paid for writing about things I hardly care about.I miss writing.&nb...
Sep 18, 2014
Pluviophile
4:27 amIt's raining really hard.I opened up the window to greet the rain and fallen leaves came blowing in.I don't know why that makes me happy.I don't know why rain makes me happy.But it does.I found a word to describe me - a pluviophile.Pluviophile. (n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.Apparently, there are a lot of people like me out there.Well, isn't that nice?...
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