Aging Parents

Of Vienna Sausages, Cuties and Waffles

I hear Jack and Maggie whispering in the hallway.  It’s just the five of us at home. Me and the four kiddos. Severe thunderstorms over the past couple days have my lineman husband pulling eighteen hour shifts with the power company. It’s hard when he’s gone. We rely on him.

Storms are Approaching

I pulled into the drive. 2:15 pm. Mom & Dad’s little yellow house.  Dark grey clouds loom. Thunder churns. The wind picks up. Midlands schools are cancelling evening activities.  A tornado alert just sounded on my phone.  My father, Jack, will be 70 years old this December. I spy him seated,

The North Tower

Today is just one of many trips up the long sidewalk towards the North Tower. I always tell the kids that this is *our* hospital. It’s in our blood. It’s where our family is born. And it’s where we die. Decades of poignant personal memories are buried in these hallways.

We Don't Like Vanilla Cake

So my dad, Jack, just celebrated his 69th birthday on Monday.  For cake, my mom baked him a Pineapple Upside Down Cake and I gave him a Lemon meringue pie. Both are his favorites. We only used six candles though as burning the house down wasn’t on his birthday wish

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