A Stroke Survivor Story: Part II
Excerpt: By this day, daddy had been in the hospital for a week following the big stroke. He’d turned 73, having to lay flat in the hospital bed. Mom and I were certainly hopeful and prayerful but the truth I kept from people who were checking on him was that I was in despair. It was hard seeing him the way he was, and in a week’s time, he seemed to get worse. I feared the road ahead and what it meant for him and what it meant for my mom.
This Old Man Had a Stroke - a possible series
Excerpt: Finding out that it was Stroke Awareness Month, was just the sign that I needed to start writing again. My daddy has been quite the star of the show in my blog over the years. I hardly know where to start with this story. I want to write about a funny thing that happened but I feel like I need to start from the beginning, share a timeline and the full circle moment-ness of it all.
The Old Man, the Old Mom and the Teen College Visit
Excerpt: I’d already had to look for my dad twice when our tour guide was about to take us to another location. After the second time daddy was MIA, I asked him, “Do I need to hold your hand?” 5 Min Read
Daddy’s Man Cave Puzzle
Excerpt: My daddy retired back in 2013; seemingly without fanfare because I don’t remember any. What I do remember is going home for a visit and taking him a box set of puzzles and him saying, “Thanks?” He low key hurt my feelings because I thought it was a good gift and he wasn’t interested. 4 Min Read
A Lady Named Betty
My daddy has an excellent green thumb. He’s always had plants and anytime I’ve visited he’s asked if I wanted to take one back with me. I always said no because I wasn’t going to take care of them. Since the pandemic made me a plant Mama, when he asked if I wanted him to bring me one when he came to visit I said, “Yes!”