Cherry Coke Cheers
Yesterday would’ve been my dad’s 64th birthday. An unexpected tradition formed following his unexpected death: I’d have a cherry coke on his subsequent birthdays, toasting to him.
Death & Grief
This is What Coping Looks Like
There’s a couple I grew up with, Trevor and Jeri Ann. He and I were in show choir from middle school on. I remember him telling me on one of our trips that he was “going out” with Jeri Ann. Fast-forward to adulthood and Jeri Ann has worked with Muscato longer than I’ve known him. Tragedy struck their family Friday…
Snapshot
I remember watching a show on tv when I was a girl, some sort of Dateline Barbara Walters thing in which two parents discussed losing a child in a car crash. “It’s one of those things that we thought, “Oh that’ll never happen to us,’” the dad said.
Death Is A Big Ole Commode
Death is fascinating to me. I don’t mean the act of dying physically. I mean what happens the moment the heart stops beating, when soul leaves body. It’s fascinating that one second a person occupies their body, and the next? What’s left is just that. A body.
Happy? Father’s Day.
I’m not in a great mood today. I’ve been irritable and short tempered, and my anxiety’s been a bit up.What this translates to as life unfolds is my dear husband can’t do a damn thing right today…on Father’s Day of all days. He’s probably thankful he’s stashed away at work.😬