So maybe listening to "Sodom, South Georgia" by Iron & Wine on Christmas Eve while driving through my hometown on the same road and in the same truck that I drove home from my father's funeral was not such a hot idea.

Sunday was the 14th anniversary of my father's death. I was fine on the day, but a couple days beforehand I woke from a dream. I often dream that there has been either some mistake at the hospital or morgue, or that the people down at Emory whipped up some necromantic miracle and he is back from the dead, sometimes as if nothing had happened, ( Read more... )

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Tonight I did some therapeutic work on my stepdad cause he's been in a lot of pain with what is either a pinched / entrapped nerve, arthritis, hypertonic muscles or some combination of them in his low back / hip ( Read more... )

Many thanks to Lt. Jeb
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I was reading through a document I've been writing over the years that catalogues a lot of the little mannerisms and sayings of my father, and it made me misty-eyed but made me laugh too. I'm glad I did this, it helps. Here are a few gems to share:

Upon finishing a good stretch (complete with loud, affected yawn) he'd say: "I’d stretch a mile if ( Read more... )