I haven't been around much. Yep, I lost my TU status, I've been unable to post more than the extremely rare comment. I've missed this place, you good people, the stimulation, the exchanges, and perhaps most of all, the odd sense of comfort and community this grand place gives me.
Just when I needed it most, I had to be away. I'm writing this while I'm up at my parents' home, the house I grew up in. My 84 year old father just went to his room, turned on his oxygen (he has pulmonary fibrosis,) and crawled into bed. Through the door, I can hear him crying. We've all been doing a lot of crying lately, but seeing, hearing my father's grief makes me yearn to comfort a pain that must be endured.
You see, my mother lost her toughest battle, her cruelest war last night. ALS stole my mother's nerves, then her muscles, and last night, stole her respirations, her life.
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