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Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of my dad’s death and I feel like crap. I haven’t felt like doing anything and spent most of the day eating carbs. Dottie was nice and brought me some flowers. There are lots of nice images on cute overload to express how I feel today.

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Posted by on February 24, 2011 in dad, me





Posted by on February 23, 2011 in dad, me, Uncategorized




4 days until the one year anniversary.

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Posted by on February 22, 2011 in dad, me



Today is my dad’s 69th birthday and I am going to try not to be horribly depressed all day. My¬† mom is coming over after I get off work and she, Hubby, and I will have dinner. Here are two pictures of my dad. One is when he was in his 20’s with his Triumph and some neighborhood boys. The second is from about 6 years ago on vacation in Washington. I miss my dad. I wish I could say Happy Birthday to him again.


Posted by on September 14, 2010 in birthdays, dad




So my new best friend in Singapore (although she doesn’t know it yet, I hope she doesn’t think I’m a crazy stalking person), Bookjunkie from Tiny Island, mentioned the song “Everything I Own” by Bread in one of her comments to me. I hadn’t heard this song, because I am not not very knowledgable about music. So I looked it up and it totally made me cry. Written by David Gates as a a tribute to his late father, here is the video. Now everybody else can be sad too. Happy Saturday. Go call your parents and tell them how much you love them.


Posted by on September 11, 2010 in dad




Watch out, this is the depressing edition. This will not be funny. I am angry and sad.

So some of you may know that my dad died last February after a battling Parkinson disease and other issues. And I may have ranted somewhere that life is NOT FAIR, and bad things happen to good people. Well, it happened again.

My parents are very good friends with a family, the father of which was one of my dad’s doctors for a very long time until he (the doctor) retired. My parents stayed friends with them. The doctor and his adult daughter were at our house after my dad died. They have always been supportive. Well, the doctor has been battling cancer for a couple of years but was winning. Although in his 80’s, he still had years left in him, and he was very up beat and active.

Last week he had some type of body scan that shows tumors. He had a tumor. So he went into surgery and they removed it and ran all sorts of tests and it was benign. And he came though the surgery fine and was doing well. Then later the his daughter noticed he wasn’t looking good so called the Infection Disease specialists and a doctor came and prescribed antibiotics because nobody had given him any yet. And nobody gave him any antibiotics for nearly 24 hours after the doctor prescribed them!

His daughter and wife left the room for a little bit, either to go to the cafeteria or to go home for a bit, my mom had forgotten which, and when they came back he had tubes going in and out and was in a stupor. He died and they didn’t have a chance to say goodbye. .

The fucking hospital killed him because of carelessness and mismanagement. One doctor said he could have lived at least another few years if he hadn’t come in for the surgery that resulted in an infection because he wasn’t given antibiotics soon enough. So a man who spent the majority of his life helping other people get better died in a hospital for NO FUCKING REASON. There are just no words to express how infuriating this is. I hope his family sues, not for money because they don’t need it, but to stop things like this from happening again.

The hospital was Cedars-Sinai in Beverly Hills. My mom also knows two other people who came out much worse than when they went in to that hospital, so don’t ever go there.


Posted by on September 9, 2010 in complaints, dad, family


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Today is my husband’s and my wedding anniversary. We’ve been married for three years! But we were together for a lot longer before that. We’re going out to Roy’s Hawaiian Fusion restaurant tonight for dinner. It’s one of our favorite restaurants, great food and great service for a good price. And they have chocolate lava cake:


So this is our first anniversary after my dad died. I opened the anniversary card that my mom had sent us and got super depressed because it only said “Mom” on it, no “Dad.” Everybody says the first year after a death is the hardest, but then other people tell me it’s been years since a loved one has died and they still get upset about it every once in a while. So I don’t know what to expect. And it’s never the same from one person to the next. Grief just seems to go on forever. And now I’ve made this posting depressing. Oh well.

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Posted by on August 5, 2010 in dad, me