— On October 26th, 1915 my grandmother was born. My family is simply amazed that she has made it this far. Not because of her age, or her health, but because she was able to endure difficulties she should have never faced at this stage of her life. This is her story.
Vivian slowly sat up in her bed rummaging through her memories looking for something she recognized. Twenty years of memories, at least in this house, that had never been difficult to access before. She touched her hairnet with both hands, slowly removing it and unconsciously fluffing her fine…
This eulogy follows a series of five stories I wrote about our beloved Grammy. They can be found here on Medium.
Love is an incredible thing. It is an idea. It is a feeling. It can be confusing and complicated. It can beautifully simple. It is often imperfect and often, it can feel like perfection. In its perfect form, it is unconditional.
Love can bring us pure joy, and it can cause us unimaginable pain. It is born of emotion but it can only blossom by action. …
NOT DEAD YET: PART V —Made of Titanium
Daisies might seem like a simple flower, but not only do they close at night and open with the morning light, they follow the sun as it moves through the sky. They are remarkably resilient, thriving in many conditions, and often have a very long flowering season. They have even been known to bloom during the winter.
We arrived that next morning to find Grammy awake and sitting up in bed! She was struggling to drink from a heavy mug of coffee and Mom immediately started helping her. Grammy smiled and pointed…
NOT DEAD YET: PART IV — Morphine and Hospice!?
It was late spring and the sweet scent of peonies and lilacs were fading. Grammy would have had vases of them in the house, picked from the backyard where they had been pampered by the love of her life, my Gramps. They were her favorites, their fragrant perfume filling a room and their vibrant whites and pinks and purples a bold splash of color, just like her. They will forever lay claim to her in my memories. As I picked mine, hoping to hold on to their fleeting beauty, she was…
Ode to Seven
He watches me with large
Their depth of expression a vibration
I have not yet evolved to comprehend
Eye to eye
As I tear into cooked flesh
Shredding it from its bone
An animal instinct that ravages through
Both of us
He does not cry nor beg for it
Nor try to convince me to share it
He only stares
With an intensity so that I must
A millisecond of complete connectedness
Passes through me with a clarity
Such that my fork hangs mid-mouth
What makes him unworthy of this prize?
I was raised in the country in a small town in Ohio. Our little house sat about five miles out from the edge of the city limits. It was a small piece of land, enough to grow feed for a few animals, have a big garden, and plant some fruit trees. It was surrounded by sweeping views of flat fields where corn, soybean, wheat, or hayfields would sprout depending on the crop cycle. In the way-back, which, when we were young felt miles away, there was a stand of trees that we called the woods. I fell in love with…
Grammy lay in her bed motionless, the pink comforter tucked around her little body. Her thin, white hair was matted down and a large bruise spread from her head down her face. Her little hands, clasped tightly together with nails painted an almost defiant red, were covered in bruises. It looked as if she was barely breathing.
Sometime in the late evening she woke up and had to go to the restroom. She still hadn’t managed to be comfortable wetting herself even though she now wore adult diapers. Maybe it was pride, or defiance, or even the last battle to…
Freedom. What does it actually mean? We know the overarching idea of it as it is used to collectively describe the struggle and successes that led our nation into one of the greatest Democracies on the planet. Our struggle is centuries long and continues still. It is rife with the loss of life as people of all races, creeds, and colors stood bravely as heralds of our proclamation and gave the ultimate sacrifice. Their loyalty and courage are so profound it is impossible to be grateful enough for them. As the decades passed and the successes from those struggles bloomed…
Let me get to the point very quickly. This is a message to everyone who decided to spend their time partying and surrounded by other people as local and state governments were begging you not to — were pleading for you to take COVID-19 seriously — were telling you that you might already have the virus! Wake up! Get your head out of the sand…
While you’re soaking in the sun on an overcrowded beach in Clearwater or anywhere else, or hanging out at bars, or defying requests to avoid large gatherings, your country is scrambling to figure out how…