Arthur Tsetsilas Tonight, I made the short drive to Londonderry, NH. I drove through familiar neighborhoods on my way to the funeral home. Some of the roads I drove on, weren't even there when I was growing up in Londonderry. Unfortunately, I am all too familiar with this funeral home. This past April, I stood in the same room that I was in tonight, in front of the gathering, in tears, Continue Reading...
He Was There
Christmas Day 2016, my first Christmas without my Dad here Continue Reading...
The Railing
16 weeks have passed. The days come, and they go. The hours are filled with the monotony of routine, and the tasks that seem to work their way into every open time slot. There is so much activity that requires nearly no thought. Then, there's the stuff that gets done while going through the motions. Maybe while thinking about what's next on the list. But then, in the midst of the mundane, you Continue Reading...
Missing Dad
I'm here in the yard, at the house I grew up in. I mowed the lawn as I usually do. But I'm missing my Dad. He'd be sitting right here, outside in the warm air. We'd be talking about this, or that, or even silently enjoying that which God created. Sharing a mutual respect for the simple things that make life grand. Seven weeks ago today, God took him home. I'm home, and I miss him. I mowed the Continue Reading...
Last Trip to Canada
I was going through some documents I had on my Google Drive and I came across one that I had put together last June. I did this in planning a trip to New Brunswick, Canada to take my Mom, and Dad, up to her hometown, where she grew up. But the visual planning was done more for my Dad so he would know what to expect, and feel comfortable knowing that we were making several stops so he could Continue Reading...
A Dad and This Boy
April 28, 2016: A Dad And This Boy - A poem for my Dad and I. I thought that I was doing pretty well, then came along, this day Two weeks ago today, Dad you were called home, out of the fray Dad, I sat down at my laptop to start writing these thoughts I kept An alert blinked, so I clicked, a picture of us opened up, I wept I have said, I was blessed to do Continue Reading...
The Man is Gone
This morning is a little more quiet than mornings have been recently. See, the crowds are gone. The stash of food prepared for family and visitors has been split and donated. The checklist doesn't have any more boxes to check. There's no nursing home to visit. The hospital room is empty. The seat at the end of the couch is carefully prepped, but shadows only find refuge there this morning. The Continue Reading...
Thanks #4 (Siblings)
I am thankful for my brothers and sister. They were wonderful to grow up with and we were a happy family. Now they've grown and they are just as wonderful as adults as they were being my kid brothers and sister growing up in Londonderry. Continue Reading...