1 October 2016. Miami Beach just off Collins Avenue at 55th Street. This is just behind the building where my parents lived for about 25 years. They are both gone now. So is this part of my family’s life.
Father died on 25 July 2014 at 11:30pm. It was a warm, balmy Friday night in Miami Beach, Florida. He had been in hospital for about 3 weeks. Brought in, revived en route after two, maybe three cardiac arrests that first night. It was early July. It was 2 July when mother called to tell me father was taken to hospital. I arrived in Miami Beach on 8 July.
He was in the icu for most of the three weeks. He was conscious some of the time. Lucid. Joking with us. But he was also intubated the whole time. They tried twice to remove the breathing machine but he needed it to live. The last two days he spent in hospice until he passed away.
The doctors, the nurses, they were all great. Helpful. Kind. And they kept him free of pain.
It was about a year and 8 months before I could go down to the beach in my bare feet and enjoy the feel of the ocean caress my toes. I was grieving.
Bill passed 3 October 2018. Too young, too full of life. Some things just aren’t right. This is one of them. He was a good man. Family, friends, we will all miss him. This photo was taken 19 April 2008.
Resurfacing. Seeing what I can do off of robot mode. Hard to get back into the swing of the day to day. Hard to stay focused on work, projects, ideas. Harder now to care and easier at the same time. Loss has this effect on me. I know what I had and lost. Priorities straight. Give thanks.
Table top in a restaurant shot while waiting for food to be served. It’s a really good vegan, vegetarian restaurant in Montpellier, France. Lots of joy to be found there. Yummy dishes, fresh fruit drinks, tea, carrot cake, and more.
Shot from a moving train, the TGV up to Paris. Just spent the day there to meet a friend and returned home the same night. It’s rare for me to do so much travel in a day, near seven hours, but didn’t want to miss my friends passage through France.
25.07.14. Changes. Time is different. Again. Dad is gone. Numb. Trying to ‘get it’. Sam is no longer with us. Bonjour tristesse. Good morning sadness.
23.06.18 Time can be a painful thing. More change. My uncle Herman is gone. This is hard. I miss him every day. We talked a lot. Went to Lenny’s for pizza. Lucky to see him often during the last 4 years of his life. We became close again.
06.01.19 Tante is gone now too. Ella was taken years ago by Alzheimer’s. Today her body was taken. I loved her. She was a second mother to me. Ella and Herman. I can’t believe it.
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