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I would have brought a keg, but that might have seemed rude
My friend Saul and I visited the cemetery last Monday to note Dad’s one-year deathaversary. When we visit mom, we hang out under a nearby tree for several hours and make a picnic of it. But Dad was really inconsiderate … Continue reading
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Tacky Plastic Jesus needs to die
I need your help again, guys. Backstory: I was about 5 when my grandfather, my mother’s stepfather, shuffled loose the mortal coil. As my mother and I were going through his house, I wanted something to remember him by, so … Continue reading
A friend loses his Dad
My friend David stood behind his father’s casket today, flanked by his mother and wife, and I listened to him talk about how his father would not be there to see him become a father himself. I was reminded that … Continue reading
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I have a confession to make
One of the plants I bought to hang from the ceiling in the bedroom is not doing so well. It’s not much of a mystery why. I haven’t watered it in weeks, and I never remember to lift the blinds … Continue reading
Even the dead can be fashionably late
Uncle Tommy, one of my father’s younger brothers, died Saturday, and the funeral was today. The funeral mass was supposed to be at 10 am. The hearse finally pulled up at 10:30, giving us just enough time to squeeze in … Continue reading
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Man’s best friend
This made me want to reach out and give this dog a hug. This reminded me of Dad. The one and only time he ever voted Democrat was for Kerry. He got tired of seeing pictures of dead soldiers … Continue reading
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Wine and dead people
Today marks two years Mom is gone, and yesterday my friend Saul and I went to the grave site for our second annual trip. It was also the first time I’d been to the grave since we buried Dad in … Continue reading
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Fair warning to y’all
So it occurs to me that some of you may be getting the wrong idea. You see, every time a person or critter I love dies, I write a nice blog entry, saying lots of nice things, like what an … Continue reading
A toast to one good dog
Forgive the potential incoherence of this post. Devon and I are sitting here drinking whiskey and talking about Fitz. Fitz was not a smart dog. Nor was she a strong dog. But she was all heart and made of 100% … Continue reading
My contribution to gardening
Dear Pinchy the Cactus: You are my last best hope at a “garden.” I am sorry you are stuck in my care, but life’s like that sometimes. I have killed every other plant I have attempted to grow in this … Continue reading
