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Another Life Lesson?

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  This blog is bouncing back and forth in history, and I feel like I am in Mr. Peabody’s Wayback Machine. We land in 1993. I am working at Aurelio’s Pizza. Things are not so bad yet with my drinking, but in a few short years it will be the Nightmare. I was totally dedicated to this job and if I had to, I would work seven days a week. That did not happen very often. So, one day, in the Spring of 1993, my Step-Mom – who I considered as a Mom – called me up out of the blue and was chatting, but I could feel there was something else behind this and it wouldn’t be good. She said, “Your father has cancer.” Big silence. What she had said was taking quite a minute for me to process. She began to explain to me the game plan laid out for my Dad’s treatment. As I said, I was having a hard time processing this and a lot of it went by me as I did not understand much about cancer treatment. I called my Dad and talked with him for a while. He explained to me about the chemotherapy and radiati

Heredity: A Basic Overview because the Whole Story is Way too Long

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When I was just a small kid, can’t even remember the age, I remember my Dad taking me to visit my Grandfather every once in a while. We would go to this place and there was a giant steel door with a doorbell set way up high. My Dad would lift me up so that I could ring the doorbell. Someone would come and open the giant steel door and let us in. I do not remember if we went to his room, but I do remember that we would go to the cafeteria and have chocolate ice cream sundaes. I do not remember any of the conversations. It was just another weekend afternoon that happened every so often. Sometimes my Grandfather would come and spend the night for Christmas. No big deal at the time. When I was a few years older, my Dad took me to visit my Grandfather at a different place. It was smaller and had ladies dressed in white working there. There was a little counter where you could buy some stationary. We went a few times, but then at one point my Dad would not let me go to my Grandfather’s roo

A Sign from the Past in the Present and the Way in which it Happened

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       So, here I am not knowing what I'm doing making a blog, so just bear with me. It's just something I feel like doing. My sister, Dani, also has a blog. It seems to help her with life issues and letting them out instead of holding them inside.  I was in a 20-year relationship that started around 1981. We dated for a while and officially came up with 1984 for our anniversary date. I'm not sure why, but that's the way it was. His name was Dale and I loved him with all my heart. And he returned that love to me. Well, we had "Our Song" like most couples do. It was called "It's My Life" by Talk Talk. There were quite a few different variations and I swear every time we would go to "Carol's Speakeasy" in Chicago, the DJ would have found an obscure version that we had never heard before. This is a link to the YouTube official video version:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cFH5JgyZK1I    We are going to fast forward through the GOOD t