I worked in healthcare for more than 40 years. I was a lab tech and although the last 20 years I worked as either a manager or supervisor the one thing I did to maintain patient contact (I always loved
Why Old Men Cry? Hell, I don’t know. My Dad would get all teary eyed whenever he said goodbye to us after a visit…especially when he lived far away, but he always had tears in his eyes and always tell
I remember her having these. She never had them so bad that she had open sores, but I think once she did have a rash…most of the time, they just HURT. I know, I had the chickenpox as a kid
When we moved from Michigan to Arkansas in 1966, my Mom and Grandmother bought and opened cafe in Blytheville, AR at 108 East Main Street. In those early days Mom would work 12 hours a day on the day shift
Here’s a memory of how my Mom dealt with a suspected teenage drinking issue when I was 16 years old. It shows how sometimes the best lesson/punishment is more about the message than the punishment. Mom was smart…she disciplined us
It was back in the early 80’s and I was going through a lot of girlfriends after the divorce from my first wife. It was also the first time (and only time) I ever dropped an “F” bomb in front
To tell this story, I need to start at the beginning…duh. Back in 1967 Mom was a homemaker and Dad worked at General Motors (Fisher Body Division). Dad made a decent wage for the time, but he was an alcoholic.
Mom has only been gone 3 months. To say this was a devastating event in my life or my family’s life is a huge understatement. And like any other normal person, coping with her death has been an extremely emotional
Today I laid my Mom to rest. For those of you that have already sent your condolences, thank you so much. Mom had battled COPD (emphysema) for about 10-12 years and quit smoking about that same time she was diagnosed.
Letting Us Go – A poem I wrote about Mom and her decision to send us to a children’s home for 3 years…I never showed her this. I wished now I had. I was so proud of her for her