The nurse looked at me as I sat on the side of the bed, her eyes compassionate. “Do you want to take off the necklace, or would you like me to?”
Her voice registered in my ears, but it took a few moments for the words to sink in.
I stared at my younger brother’s body, lifeless and gray. It had been less than five minutes since they pronounced him, and still, I had not quite wrapped my brain around the fact that he was gone, even though the proof lay right in front of me. Continue reading Last Moments…
I have some pretty talented children. I don’t say it enough. Maybe I do. Maybe it just isn’t loud enough for them to hear. Both of them play musical instruments. Pretty well from what I can tell. I’m not musical, so.. my judgement is heavily biased with the “look at my kid” factor..
They’re not bad-looking either. Ok, that one was totally me (fine.. fine.. mom had a lot to do with that too… ) Continue reading My Two…
It was just after 11am as I recall. I had been at work when I got the message. Walking back onto the grounds of the same hospice I had been at only 6 years earlier when I watched my brother pass away was a task of Herculean effort as every memory from that month flooded back into my brain like a lightning bolt crashing into the ground. This time, however, it was for my father-in-law. Not easier, just different.
I walked past the screened-in patio where I spent many nights with my family during the last days of my brother’s life. The only reprieve I had in the storm of emotions that was ripping through me was that I did not have to go into that particular building. So, I passed by, glimpsing over one last time as I walked into the building opposite, crossed the family room and walked into the room where my father-in-law was. Continue reading The Last Breath
So, yesterday, my wife and I packed our daughter into the car (a feat that, although not impossible does come with its own hassles of dealing with a grumpy 20-year-old) and headed north to the town of Orlando to meet up with our son and daughter-in-law to celebrate Christmas. With all of our schedules, this was going to be the only time in the weeks ahead or shortly after that we would be able to actually meet up, so, with grumpy daughter (she didn’t know what our plans were.. so), ecstatic wife (a morning woman who is happy because the sun is up), a really frustrated me (I’ll explain that later.. maybe), and some semblance of a plan for the day, we got on the road and set our sights on O-Town.
With little sleep from the night before because of something that kept me up (which I just can’t recall at the moment), I was in a dour mode to start. Add to that the express need to caffeinate and the only Dunkin Donuts between us and the highway littered by a motorcycle squad filling almost every parking spot with their bikes or their bodies, this day was not starting off well. There were some other issues also that had me out of sorts, but in spite of all that, my wife still just kept smiling (which, in and of itself is quite frustrating to a person who is frustrated…). But, finally, I got my coffee and headed back to the road. Then promptly turned around as my wife kept calling me to come back and pick her and my daughter up.
What? I wasn’t awake yet. Continue reading Ice is Nice! (and COLD!)
It was Christmas day. 2003 or so. Give or take a year. We had just finished up our holiday visit at my in-laws and were heading out to another engagement. My wife’s sister and her family had arrived after us and, in doing so, had parked their SUV behind us, so my brother-in-law was going to move it while we said our goodbyes to everyone.
My 4-year-old nephew was down on the sidewalk on the other end of the house away from the driveway. My wife, her sister, and her mother were up near the house and I was standing next to them waiting to say my farewells when my nephew noticed that his parent’s vehicle was pulling out. My assumption is that he thought his parents were leaving him and he started racing toward the SUV. Continue reading The Day I Flew Like Superman… Kinda