Thirteen Years Later

October 6 will never be an easy day for me. That's because October 6 will forever be the anniversary of the day my dad died. Really, just like anything else, some days are easier to deal with than others. Each year when this day comes along, I deal with it in different ways. It pretty … Continue reading Thirteen Years Later

He Would Have Been 66 Today

You know, I used to think it odd that my dad would make an effort to mention his grandfather's birthday whenever it came along throughout the year. He would tell me it was Popi's (pronounced like Popeye) birthday and how old he would have been. I never said it out loud, but I know I … Continue reading He Would Have Been 66 Today

Twelve Years Later

We interrupt this regularly scheduled blogging hiatus to recognize a day that tends to be one of the most difficult in my calendar year. Today marks twelve years since my dad passed away. But I'm still on a hiatus, so I'm technically not writing anything new. What follows is basically a repost of what I … Continue reading Twelve Years Later

Neighboring

When you think of your neighbors, what comes to mind? If you're like me, you probably just think of the people who live in your general vicinity who you never speak to and try to avoid eye contact with if you all happen to be outside at the same time. But that may just be … Continue reading Neighboring

What if I’d Done What My Dad Did…

Kids, I've been thinking... If you paid attention to the title of this post, you'll realize I've been thinking about my dad. Sure, he pops into my mind just about every day for one reason or another. Not in a sad, grieving sort of way. Just in a I still miss him, wish I could … Continue reading What if I’d Done What My Dad Did…

Eleven Years Later

I did something really stupid before I started writing this post. I went back to see what I had written on this day last year and the year before. I was thinking about going back to my old blog to read the posts from each of the previous years. But I haven't done that yet. … Continue reading Eleven Years Later

Not a Sentimental Bone

A couple months back, I got a call from my mom letting me know that she had come across a couple of boxes full of old keepsakes that clearly belonged to me. Several years ago, I let her know that, as a rule, if I don't know about it, then I won't miss it. But … Continue reading Not a Sentimental Bone