Archive for the 'Hospice' Category

TheWall

A VOID AT ALL COSTS

  Void/adjective Completely empty. synonym: empty, vacant, blank, bare, clear, free, unfilled, unoccupied According to the interwebby, the average lifespan nowadays is 75 years. If that is true, then she died thirteen years too early, and I have twenty left. I have no words to address the injustice, so I will rely on those of others. “Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it
Read more…

GetUp

The House of Mirrors Will Shatter

Recently I was honored to have a piece I wrote published in the Fresno Bee. I am overwhelmed by the positive responses it received, but it also led to many questions from people who are just starting their cancer or care giving journey. It breaks my heart that so many have to follow the path my wife and I did.
Read more…

PlayingWithMischief

On the First Anniversary of Her Passing

I was born in a place people only passed through on their way to somewhere else. I was raised at a vague address, in a locale that went unnoticed and no one bothered to put energy into forgetting. God created the heavens and the earth from nothingness. I know this for a fact because that’s where I lived.  Every star
Read more…

TheWall

Hinds Hospice’s new Wall of Remembrance A “Forever” Place for Families

“These are not just letters, and this is not just a wall. It’s a place we can meet, and talk, and be together again. For my little family, this is where conversations can be picked up where we left them, and future plans made. This will be a unique place on earth where I know I can always find her,
Read more…

_MG_6299

Links of Love

A rainbow framed my destination until it gave way to a nightfall with a near full moon. The tree was still and dark, barely visible in the faint light of nearby neon signs. This was the evening of the “Lights of Love,” a ceremony both sacred and informal, hosted by Hinds Hospice. The tree remained frosted only by moonlight until
Read more…

The Unvisible Man

This particular call of the wild is eventually answered by all men, but none more so than suddenly single men. Tonight’s call was simple, “I am hungry.” I walked into the place known for their famous BBQ. The hostess offered to seat me at a table, but the bar caught my eye. I picked my spot, a place that offered
Read more…

And the Award Goes To…

I’m watching the Academy Awards. I’m watching person after person accept a small statue for excellence in an industry based on make-believe and distraction. Just once, I want to see a person receive an award for actual achievement in real-life, care-giving combat conditions. None of us volunteered for this.  We inherited the responsibility for someone else’s life by sharing the
Read more…

Carole

A Caregiver’s Valentine

When we first met, we were just like what the world imagines love to be. We could not wait to steal even a single moment away together. It was all about being half, then whole. You rose like the sun and filled the hole in me daily. How did you find the darkest corners of me and drench them in
Read more…

waiting

The Meaning of the Word Hospice

(If the blog has been quiet recently, it is not because I stopped writing. It’s because I was working on my first assignment for my “Narrative Journalism” course. This is my first course in pursuit of a Master of Fine Arts in writing. How’s it going you ask? I’m getting crushed by people who really know how to write, and
Read more…

Clock

Unrewarded Silence

Her sleeping has increased lately; a hospice nurse called this a “progression of the disease” within her.   For me, it is a painful, lonely, silent vigil. All I can do is listen to her breath and find quiet distraction, like writing. I am not over the fact that my greatest efforts are still failures. I am not “accepting” of
Read more…