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Dad always said his grey hair came from me.  He'd point to his head and say things like, "ya see this?!?  this is what I get for having 2 girls.  This bunch here, this is from when the older one knocked her teeth out.  This patch? Ah, that's from when I lost her in a puddle.  And this?  This is from when she got expelled from high school."  He wore his greys proudly, showing them off occasionally, like an old football injury or war wound.  To him, they were almost like family photos, memories he carried with him everywhere he went.

"I like mine with lettuce and tomato, Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes.  Big Kosher pickle and a cold draft beer!  Good God almighty, which way do I steer?"

I hope you're enjoying that burger and beer, Dad, you sure as hell earned it.

Some people find that it's easier to hate than to wait anymore..

I know exactly what you're doing.  I did it myself for most of my life, because you taught me how.  Well, not exactly, being Bipolar, a lot of it's simply inborn, but you taught me how to respond to it.  React.  Overreact.  Retreat.  Later, rinse, repeat.  The thing is,

Which would you rather?  To be fed false hope through lies, or be told the truth, no matter how bad it sucks?  Me, I'd prefer not be lied to.  Even if that truth is "You're going to die in a nursing home", as long as it's true, I'd far rather hear that than be told I'm going home, when I'm not.

Medicare LIES to people.  When Dad was checked into the hospice facility on 7/7, we were all told that the plan was to get his pain under control, assess the house, and set him up with all the equipment and care needed to die at home.  Well, his pain is mostly under control, although it leaves him in a morphine induced state of paranoia.  The house has been scrubbed top to bottom, just waiting for the Medicare assessor to come and evaluate.  Yesterday, Mom and I met with a social worker to discuss Dad's discharge planning.  She said that Dad has "plateaued&quot

After spending almost 2 full weeks without Gwen, I just couldn't do it anymore.  I need life around me, and my plants just don't cut it.  So, Boyfriend and I headed to the Vet's office last Friday, and let 2 little boys adopt us.

Extremes.  The very day my nephew came into the world, his namesake and grandfather, my Dad, entered Hospice care. 

He made it!  It's been a rough weekend all around for my family, between my father's rapidly declining health and my sister's pregnancy risks becoming more severe, but so far, we're all intact, with a new little man to add to our clan. 

The water's dark and deep inside this ancient heart, you'll always be a part of me

I felt my nephew move today!!!  OK, so technically it was a head-butt, not a kick, but who's keeping track?  OMG, it was so cool and so gross at the same time.  My sister's belly is stretched tight, hard as a rock, and the little guy apparently likes to hang out upside down.  As we were driving home from the supermarket, she told me if i wanted to feel him move, I should pul