Tag Archives: My parent

Why Preserve Family History?

My parents died two years ago within a month of one another. I didn’t realize the grounding their physical presence gave me until they were gone. They were my connection to childhood, to cousins and to memories of my hometown. I wrote about them so I wouldn’t lose the memories. Those stories started me wondering […]

Dad’s Shotgun Shell

My father’s mind is okay. It’s his body that’s shot. He has trouble with walking and with balance. Arthritis has bent him forward. My mother’s body is like that ever-ready Bunny; she plows along. It’s her memory of Dad that has tanked. She thinks there are two of my father, and she doesn’t like one […]