Putting on sunscreen
If one of you made me a shirt that said “MY DAD DIED AND I AM A MESS” please know that I would wear it. Perhaps daily.
Such a shirt would save me from having to say those horrible-but-true words aloud, and let people know why my brain is really not working like it normally does.
Perhaps this shirt would work just as well.
I’m serious though. During my sweet Dad’s last days and now, I have been making crazy errors, like booking a flight for the wrong day (by two whole weeks!). And I need to read things, like, four times to get the point.
Is this normal? Will I ever bounce back?
I promise that someday my blog won’t be exclusively about grief and death and sad things. But right now these are pretty much the only thoughts in my head and I really need to share them with anyone willing to listen. Thank you for your patience.
Here is a nice break from all of the heavy stuff I’ve been posting here about Dad and life recently. Please enjoy.
Maybe Hillary should consider giving this silver + purple look a go.
My worst fears came true: my sweet, kind gentleman of a Dad died on Friday, July 17.
I have so many thoughts and feelings on this sad time, but need a little time to pull myself together and get my life back in order. Dad spent most of the last five weeks of his life in a Philadelphia hospital so much of my non-family life has been on hold. And I wouldn’t change a thing (except, of course, if I could strike a deal to have Dad back and healthy).
For the time being, here’s a pic of my father that I love, as well as the text of the eulogy I gave for him at his funeral today. Continue reading
“How are you holding up?” my lovely friends and extended family ask.
“I honestly don’t know,” is my answer. It’s the truth.
So I take inventory: Continue reading
If you’ve been coming here for a while, you’ll recall that I posted here about how I have no interest in changing my name if I ever get married (seemingly unlikely, right?).
But then I read this article and learned more about the history of women from being discouraged from keeping their own names. I was outraged.
What would be great, in my opinion, is if the NY Times and other publications who announce marriages stopped assuming anyone would change his or names. Mention it if they do as the exception.
[This article came out about a week ago. I sat on this post for a few days, trying to calm down about the subject and word this post in a way that doesn’t offend friends who have chosen to change their names.]
Were you aware of state laws like this? Does this information change how you feel about the issue?