The Living Years

This always makes me think of both branches of my family tree. This song is probably one of my all-time faves. And words to live by.

Full set of lyrics on the flip

Of Milk Cartons and Missing Pieces, Part 2 Update

Part 2 is in the works but it will be a bit longer until it’s ready to post. I’ve been overwhelmed with work, a recuperating puppy, and other issues, which have wiped me out physically and emotionally and without the reserves needed to do this sort of writing. Bear with me.

Can’t I have both?

Parents, that is.  First post in series not well received by one. At. All.

Shit.

Of Milk Cartons and Missing Pieces, Prologue

When I visited my father last month for his 80th birthday, we finally got to have the conversation we both have wanted to have for forty-five years.

I will be telling the story in multiple posts. I’ve tried not to judge too harshly, as I cannot know what another’s experience has done to color their perceptions and actions, but sometimes those actions must be examined, weighed, and judgments made.