Hi HOTties. In my infinite laziness, this year’s anniversary post was a live Facebook feed of Cael and my visit through the Steelmantown Cemetery. For those of you who haven’t read some of my previous posts, this is a “green” cemetery—no embalming, no caskets, everything(people included) is 100% biodegradable. All plots are still hand-dug by … Continue reading 6 years—and a trip through a green cemetery.
Yes---that's me in the above picture. Don't fret. I'm not quite dead yet. Any beliefs you may have had about me being a woman of class or decorum are likely dead, however, after seeing me mimic a corpse in a hospice bed. What can I say? Gallows humor has its appeal. Anyway.. The original … Continue reading Hospice: Dying to Get In
Jamey was an odd duck. He dreamt not of financial success. He didn't really have any ambitions to have his "career take off". Although a hard worker, he was not a "go-getter". He had no dreams about climbing the corporate ladder, having a nicer car, a bigger house or a thicker wallet. He dreamt … Continue reading On being a childless dad
I buried Jamey. Actually, a few people did. I mean, obviously I'm not suggesting that I just did it recently; he's clearly been taking his eternal dirt nap for a while now. What I mean is, I dug a shovel into a mound of earth, then sprinkled the earth on his shrouded body. And … Continue reading It is Easy Being Green
Yesterday was the one year anniversary of Jamey's death. It also marked the last of "The Firsts" for me and Cael. "The Firsts" can be ominous milestones in the infant phases of grief. We often ask ourselves how, as a widower, we'll manage an anniversary dinner with only one place-setting. We ponder how … Continue reading The Final Firsts