cogdog on It’s that time of year, with a calendar reminder or not, to think of the span between these three days of February. Three days and many years now. February 5, 1950–now 73 years ago–marks the date Alyce Herondorf married Morris Levine and set out on that life together that gave me, my sisters, my brothers, […]
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 May 2 is but one the 365 days per year, another block on the calendar, but also it is World Tuna Day. Who knew? Skip on by if you, rare reader, are looking for something difference for me recycling family memories. It’s my blog! This day for me is the marking of my Dad’s birthday, […]
cogdog on Today would be well heck always is my parent’s wedding anniversary. 71 years ago today, Mickey and Alyce got hitched. Married in 1950, their anniversary math was always easy, but damn, the number is getting big. I could tell the story how they met at the pool I believe at Druid Hill park (or was […]
cogdog on May 2 marks Dad’s birthday, if he was here I would have called him to ask how it feels to be 94. There’s a challenge in trying to imagine your parents as kids. You come into the world, and there they are, fully formed. Dad was always just Dad, but there’s the few photos I […]
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 I do not need any social media reminder service to tell me who’s birthday is today; May 2 is always etched with being my Dad’s birthday. Today he would have been 93, but alas his odometer ran out at 72. I do this math, and figure out that when my dad was the age I […]
cogdog on This week of February was always handy for remembering to send cards or do phone calls to my parents. I knew the 5th and the 8th marked their anniversary and Mom’s birthday (often I’d get them switched but close enough is always good enough by parents like mine). Yes, the 5th came, and as my […]
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 Dad’s domain as the green grass lawn of our suburban Baltimore home. It was so much, that when he got his personal email address it started with “lawnman”. He was fanatic at watering, seeding, fertilizing, and hand pulling dandelions. In early memories there was some kind of gas powered lawn mower he used that […]