I’m starting to see it now. Which must mean I’m slowly getting out of it. The transition. You have heard me talking about, or around it, since last October, returning from NYC, which apparently was my awareness session. Probably Clearly not fully understanding the change, but understanding it was coming. I’m not out of it…
Tag: grief
More grief
2024 is not turning out to be my best year. Dad this winter, Buddy yesterday. He has been on our radar for some time. After all he was over 13 years. Over the last year we’ve seen an old man a slowly aging and with a disintegrating body. An arthritis which was subdued with medication,…
Life and the end of it
Tuesday night my father passed away. That’s it. He was rushed in by ambulance one week prior, with a heart racing and a hard time breathing. The diagnosis: congestive heart failure and fluids in his lunges. Me and F visited him straight way and other than being tired he was him self. Made jokes with…
Louise Dock 