Don’t ask me why I have George Clinton running through my head, because I couldn’t tell you. Just like I can’t explain the other random tunes and lyrics that have been going through my head for the past couple of weeks. Perhaps they have been my subconscious trying to clue me in. At least, that …
Monthly Archives: February 2014
Getting Back on the Horse
Yesterday I was complaining that there is no users manual for grief. We used to default to the 5 stages of grief, but that proved to be based on people’ responses to facing their own death, not coping with the death of others. I’m not saying that there aren’t commonalities between the two responses, just …
Emerging from the Bubble
This is another post that I am struggling to write. This is the first time I have been on my computer since mid-February and it feels like it has been ages. As you know, my father’s health has been an issue for years, a couple of weeks ago it took a precipitous turn for the …
A quick update
Thank you to all of you who have sent me good wishes. Although I did not acknowledge them all individually, I do appreciate them. I am working on a longer blog post on the subject, but the punchline is that my father is going into hospice care. We are just taking it a day at …
Focus, Focus, Where's the Focus
No real news updates on my father’s condition. Suffice it to say the prognosis isn’t great. Its kind of a rock and hard place situation. None of the options are particularly appealing. But no matter what, this is the situation we are faced with, so we will collectively just find a way to deal. I …
The Waiting Game
I woke up this morning to a series of messages from my brother alerting me to the fact that my father was back in the hospital, after being discharged less than a week ago, with pneumonia. My first thought was how grateful I was that this started happening after I was back on dry land …
And The Beat Goes On…
I just spent a week with 56 or so geeks and very limited wifi that was both slow and cost $0.89 a minute. That kind of brought us back to the pre-Google age. Every night, there were multiple questions over dinner that remained unanswered because we didn’t have access to the internet. It was both …