Souvenirs
(Originally posted August 9, 2006) This post is for Beth, who didn’t know that today was my third anniversary and just Monday asked the question of how Tim and I met. The short story is that we met at work. The long story is much longer, and is proving hard for me to write. To [...]
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(Originally posted February 19, 2006) Bill, yesterday: “I told my doctor I was more interested in quality of life, and not longevity. I kind of assumed he’d understand that ‘quality of life’ meant, you know, fucking walking.” Sometimes you just have to laugh, because the crying would kill you.
(Originally posted on May 2, 2007) He died about a month ago While winter filled the air And though I cried I was so proud To love a man so rare. He’s somewhere on the ocean now, That’s where he ought to be With one hand on the starboard rail He’s waving back at me. [...]
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Today would have been my father’s 68th birthday. Has it been almost seven years? It feels like forever; it feels like yesterday. Here’s a song I listened to a lot when he was sick – A long December and there’s reason to believe Maybe this year will be better than the last I can’t remember [...]
I’ve been uploading some old slides to Flickr, and here’s my most favorite picture of G-ma ever (long time readers have seen it before, but hey; it never gets old!) -
(Originally posted June 2, 2005) The roads we’ve driven All the stories we could tell If it all blows up and goes to hell I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel And listen to the stories we could tell -Jimmy Buffet He glanced at the sleeping child in the passenger [...]
(Originally posted on April 4, 2007) You think You think to yourself, this sucks. And it does. You think to yourself, this isn’t fair. And it isn’t. You think to yourself that this man next to you is getting, as Neil wrote, what everyone gets. A lifetime. How much longer is it going to be? [...]
(Originally posted on May 21, 2007) Transcend this Here’s a Bill story that I couldn’t tell at his memorial service. When I was in the 11th grade, I went to P.K. Yonge Laboratory School. (I think they’ve since replaced “Laboratory” with “Developmental Research”; makes the kids feel less like lab rats.) My English teacher was [...]
(Originally posted on April 20, 2008) My daddy tells me I’m Queen of the Beaver Mags! Now that I finally have time to sit down and right this up, it’s probably not as funny as it is in my head. Sorry to Matt who’s been waiting for this story for like… two years? This is [...]
Originally posted on June 16, 2005. No moss on this rolling stone Lately, I’ve been thinking about a family friend who has helped me move on numerous occasions. That got me thinking… exactly how many times have I moved? Not counting all the times I’ve helped friends move… My first move was when I was [...]
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