All Purls. No Swine.
I learned, many years ago, that when a loved one dies, the twelve months following is a year of "firsts." My first birthday without at least a phone call from Dad. The first Christmas without one of Michael's slightly off-color cards (which he loved so much). The first Mother's day without lunch or dinner at… Continue reading Love Song: Thee and Me
Well, it's been another experience. But like most of the foregoing in my life, not as unpleasant as it might have been, although occasionally a bit bizarre. As most of you know, Mr. Right (AKA "Frank T. Zbozny") died a little over a week ago, on July 3, 2020. His death was expected. But still… Continue reading The American Way Of Death, 2020 Edition