The date my Dad passed away in 2001 and when my Mom joined him in 2011
cogdog on Despite sci-fi ideas of bending, traveling, tunneling wrinkling, that time thing just keeps moving along. Another August 27. Click. Sure the laws of physics can explain the passage of 10 years since my Mom passed away today and 20 years since Dad did, but how does it make sense that they would do so on […]
cogdog on August 27 loomed… and now passes by on the calendar. Flip, another year. This one marks 19 years since my Dad passed away. A flip the bird to stomach cancer. And then 10 years later to the day, Mom succumbed to a heart attack. The same day. Not a coincidense. Just marked here with another […]
cogdog on They made everything easy for me, from entrance to this world right up to today, the single day I can mark their exit. Today in 2001 Dad took his last breath in hospice, the cancer winning the battle [for what?]. Today in 2011 Mom too, maybe her missing him that much, hers an unanticipated heart […]
cogdog on Dear Mom and Dad, where ever you are, I know you cannot send letters any more, but trust you know what’s in mine. Maybe you can read blogs? These August 27s keep rolling by, extending the time, though not fading the memories of when you were on this earth. Seventeen, Dad, and seven years, Mom, […]
cogdog on My calendar reminders were set; it was my memory that somehow put August 27 into tomorrow. My sister’s text message corrected the off by one error. Today marks the same calendar date that my Dad passed away, 16 years ago, and my mom went, ten years later. If you take a mathematical approach (and stop […]
cogdog on Dear Mom and Dad, I knew August 27 was looming. It was not going to not get here. While walking the dog his morning I looked at the ground. And there it was. This blog post is being written on the 26th, scheduled to publish on the 27th, because I will be off camping in […]
cogdog on Four years ago today, it was just another one on part of my 15,000 mile “Odyssey” Road trip. I was leaving Welland Ontario after a very special one week visit with Giulia Forsythe. I called my Mom (in Florida) in the morning for our usual quick touching base calls, just another call where we teased […]
cogdog on Look at those kids (sometime in the late 1940s (?)), are they thinking about one day having kids? of seeing their kids have kids? of not being around? Of course not, that’s not what you do on a blanket at Cascade Lake. Today, a tough double calendar reminder Three years ago, my mom fell to […]
cogdog on cc licensed ( BY SA ) flickr photo shared by Alan Levine These notecards came with a resort stay in Hawaii a few years ago. Don’t ask me why I hold on to these ones; I have no use for them. On this day in 2011, I was setting out from southern Ontario on the […]
cogdog on cc licensed ( BY ) flickr photo shared by cogdogblog Gone. August 27, 2001: Dad. August 27, 2011: Mom mom’s last batch of cookies (on cowbird) cc licensed ( BY ) flickr photo shared by cogdogblog cc licensed ( BY ) flickr photo shared by cogdogblog cc licensed ( BY ) flickr photo shared by […]