Hospice: Dying to Get In

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

On being a childless dad

  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

It is Easy Being Green

  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

The Final Firsts

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

Show and Tell

I was visiting my neighbor Kelly and her grandaughter's grandmother last night talking about murder trials, wiping boogers on walls and the questionable diagnosis of disassociative identity disorder(you know--the  usual coffee talk topics) when we stumbled upon the topic of funerals. Judy, my neighbor's grandaughter's grandmother, was recounting how she'd recently been to what she … Continue reading Show and Tell