Telling Stories

With Dad's brother and sisters and my cousins. It feels like someone's missing.

And he is.

Ready as I'll Ever Be

Getting stuff together to leave early tomorrow and drive up for the funeral.

Car snacks... check.
Toothbrush... check.
Black dress... check.

Oh?

Have I never mentioned that I'm a crack shot with a BB gun?

Christmas at Dad's

Gah.

Bahhhghgh. Blaarggh. Fllllllurgh.

Bluub.

Yep. That about sums it up

Goodfellow

He offered to take a hit out on my ex-husband when he found out that he had been cheating on me - and I'm pretty sure he was serious.

Blood upon the Risers

When I was in third grade Mrs. Stearns called my mom to ask her where I learned the words to this song and to ask that I stop teaching it to all the kids in my class.



Dad was a paratrooper in Vietnam. He jumped out of mother fucking airplanes. With people shooting at him.

Dad

Dad's Parachute

Free, to a Good Home

Dad died suddenly Tuesday evening. He and his wife lived a few hours north of me, and I feel a little at a loss for things to do to help with planning and details from here.

To that end, my brother and I have taken on the task of  relocating some of Dad's superfluous pets. The giant tank full of aquarium fish and the turtles shouldn't be too big of a problem. Most pet stores will take them, I hear. But what do we do with Grumpy, Dad's seven foot long adult alligator?

Too bad it's not like the time he got tired of having a dog kennel full of flying squirrels. It's not like we can just open the door to Grumpy's solarium and wish him luck in the world.

I have no words yet

My dad died yesterday.

Care of Beth.

Hi - This is Eric. There will be no blogging tonight; family things going on. Beth is very committed and didn't want to miss a day, so I'm logging in on her behalf.