Every day, twice a day, for three weeks exactly, to the day… I would go to the hospital where Grampa, my Old Yankee Man,... Read More
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… on the homicidal advocate
That’s me. The Homicidal Advocate. Oh, you thought I meant that’s me in the pic right there? No. That’s Grampa right there. Doing a... Read More
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… on a new job with an old man
Over the weekend, Grampa had a particularly tough morning. His sleeping has been all turned around for quite some time, and he had been... Read More
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… on flashes of moments
Many of the most emotionally challenging times in my life are, in my mind’s eye, made up of flashes of moments. Sure, when I... Read More
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… on a gift in a storm
Bette Davis was onto something when she said, “Getting old ain’t for sissies.” In addition to struggling to be eighty-six and, well, just being... Read More
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… on the last marble
He never did have all his marbles. But c’mon, most labs don’t. I mean, who – when dealing with a full set – eats... Read More
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… on something I saw and something I wished
Please… Love me enough to button my shirt When my fingers won’t function And my hands sometimes hurt And… Smile, don’t sneer, when I can’t... Read More
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… on just being
Be here, with me As long as we Can still be we As long as I Can still be me Right here with you... Read More
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… on always wanting more time
We’re not sure what happened, actually. Fred was fine. And then he wasn’t. On Monday we were playing with his favorite tug toy and... Read More
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… on a christmas eve visit
This Christmas Eve, I am taking a little break from wrapping and laughing and family and friends. I have a very important little human... Read More
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… on a grey morning in Maine, but…
I woke up this morning, to a grey day in Maine. Blaze and I are here with some folks who are inspecting the black... Read More
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… fulfilling a few requests, joy angels
Monty, our grand old Bernese Mountain Dog (and a widely acknowledged good boy), died six months ago. And, in the early morning hours of... Read More