“On Sunday we had a little get together at The Garden of Eden.” A couple of us got to share a few words about mom. It’s probably a bit mean if I pick anything out from what got said and bitch about it. Let’s just say I was intrigued to hear G@ talk about her wanting […]Read More Tough Titty.
Mom’s been dead over two weeks now. On Sunday we had a little get together at the Garden of Eden. The idea was to plant a tree for her, and to scatter her ashes there, with the tree. What was meant to be scatter her ashes turned into wanting to keep her ashes in a […]Read More Friend or Foe.
There are so many different pieces to this. G@ took what I said and said it back to me so I could hear what it sounded like. What it sounded like I said was if he wants to keep the house instead of sell it, that if he wanted more rent from us to accommodate […]Read More In Spades.
“Now that we are back things feel a little strained.” That was sort of a bit of an understatement. Things actually got very dramatic between B and I. Once again I’m guilty of being an asshole to my wife. The last week has been a blur, most of it spent either arguing with her or […]Read More Thinly Stretched.
Part Five; Jul ’17 to Oct ’17 (Winter). Of course a lot of Part Five involves mom moving from someone who got diagnosed with cancer to the point that it actually gets around to killing her. A lot of people come into the picture to spend time with mom and them being around has an […]Read More Part Five.
“Mostly I don’t feel anything”. Well. That’s not entirely accurate. Sometimes I don’t feel anything. Sometimes I feel relief that she’s not around anymore; going through what she was going through. It couldn’t have been nice for her to be going through that. It wasn’t nice going through not knowing how to help her get […]Read More Overactive Imagination.
On Sunday G@ let us know mom had slipped into some sort of semi-coma. That night, Monday morning around 2am, she passed away. I’d been working in the garden and decided not to spend any time with her, so the last time I saw her was a few days ago. Even then things didn’t seem […]Read More Do I Want To Know?
It’s a fantastic Sunday morning when PiE spends a bit of time in the garden. It feels like an amazing time to be alive, an awesome time of the year to be experiencing. It’s September and you can feel the death grip that winter had on the earth start to loosen. It’s rained a couple […]Read More Scuppered.
Three weeks later. A lot has happened. Nothing has happened. It occurs to me I might have made B sound like a bit of a bad guy in all this and that’s a little unfair. Very unfair. A lot of the rift between us about stuff could probably just be boiled down to a communication […]Read More A Slow, Gradual, Decline.
“The drama this time at least didn’t escalate until the only solution that remained was divorce”. “This time she’s made more of an effort to not let it get so dramatic”. Maybe it was a bit premature to expect things to end there. Maybe they did end there that time. Maybe anything that came up […]Read More Remorse and Regret.