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 After many years of being a first grade teacher, my sister Judy has certainly earned the freedom of retirement days doing what she wants. She has been messaging this week as she is sorting through many boxes of family memories, sharing a gem every day. She sent this photo asking if I remembered it: But […]
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 Mothers’ Day when your mother has passed on… there are no flowers to send, no cards to mail, no phone calls. But that does not mean nothing to do (not like not writing too many double negatives!). The first Mothers Day after mom passed on, in my post I lifted the lyrics from the song […]
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 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 The do it every year. There are three adjacent houses in Strawberry, Arizona, where Wingfield Way turns into Tonto Rim Drive and the north edge of town folds into the forest. Each Christmas, whomever lives there, sets up a huge display of lights. Of course it’s not novel, it happens everywhere. And it’s not anywhere […]
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 […]