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If you found out that your mother has less than 5 months to live?

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I just got the news my extended family in a land far, far away had their first born today. Sadly, we cannot travel to be there for the event.

Mom turned 84 years old yesterday. She has been married to Dad over 60 years but hasn't been able to see him since our world changed. The not knowing if he is being cared for as well as the worry about the new world hasn't torn her mind down but it shows in her weight. Before Dad fell ill she weighed about 115 then slowly went down to 70 pounds which is all skeleton with a thin drapery of skin hanging. The virus has earned a name for the weight gain since the lockdown called the Covid15. On the bright side even Mom gained 8 pounds but siblings and I gained the Covid15.

All 7 of us sibling (which includes their mates), my daughter, Mom and myself (total of 9) dined on a catered dinner plus the damn cake & ice cream. The greatest thing about this birthday is my daughter, unbeknowst to anyone, called the facility Dad was in and got permission to take Mom to the outside window of Dad's room. My daughter went at lunch time, told her Nana I'm taking you to lunch and surprised her by taking her to the nursing center. Then over the dinner, love & laughter we had the wonderful story of how great Dad is doing.

Mom getting to see her husband in clean clothes, clean shaven sitting in a wheel chair will bring her comfort for days to come. They talked through the closed window to his room. The old people's homes will probably be some of the last sites to open.

After getting to share that time with my family and writing this story I think I just got wet. What a climatic feeling to enjoy.

Hope everyone and all you love stays safe.

I am not sharing the story of how I almost killed my dog. Bella is okay now but I damn sure thought I lost her at one point. I can't relive that story but I can bask in the gratitude she is okay.

I saw this post by my grandiva the other day on FB and because I'm so proud of this my wild child granddiva - I'm going to share what she wrote. It may mean nothing to you but it moved me. Long read but goes fast: Imagine what this was like for a young person: It i a nice tribut

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I can’t even begin to explain the crazy journey I’ve been on the past few months. When I got the CJO from Delta I started selling everything I’ve worked my entire life for. I moved out of an apartment I was sharing with a friend who turned out to be more like family. I left my steady income to head to training, 6 days a week for 6 weeks. I didn’t know if I would surpass all of the Delta standards & have a job at the end of training. There was a few times I was nervous that I was in over my head.
During training Covid-19 started happening around the world. We had classmates with friends and families in the hot zones. We watched the news every morning as this developed around the world and seeing our future job cancel flights to the places we’ve been dreaming to visit. It felt far away since we were in own little bubble in the training center. I think all and all I left the training center 5 times in 6 weeks.
It seems almost over night Covid showed up in our backyard. We felt the anxiety and panic of the world creeping in more and more with each passing day.. one week the airports were full and the following they turned into a ghost town.
Our company had to make some really tough decisions and getting our wings was one of them. My hearts goes out to the classes behind us that have to wait to get their wings now. You worked so hard and I can’t wait to see you in the sky! Stay positive, those wings are coming.
My class & I were fortunate enough to get our wings. Even if we’re taking a leave (1-12 months long) or not flying as much as we would like. The goal was the wings & I feel more than BLESSED to wear them proudly. I’m a Delta Flight Attendant!! I’m honored to work for a company that puts safety NUMBER 1 consistently. Every flight I feel safe regardless of the situations going on around us.
I’ve had the opportunity to be apart of a bigger picture. We’re transporting items that are critical for hospitals. As a team we’re delivering essential personal from point A to point B. We’re getting people home who have been stuck in other countries for weeks. We’re continuing to connect the world & do our part for humanity.
I’ve had the most intense, uncertain, and REWARDING few months of my life!! I’m not sure what the days, weeks, or months ahead of me will contain but I’m SO happy to do it with my crews and company. Here’s to the future! May it be full of good health, adventure, and optimism.
I wanted to give a very special thanks to the humans that have gone above and beyond to make sure I have a bed to sleep in, all safety precautions I need, and food in my belly. My Father Rick has been working endless hours of overtime to make sure I have everything I need!! I couldn’t thank this man enough for EVERYTHING! My Aunt Carol has pushed me and motivated me everyday. My Mother Michelle has been a great support system and I miss her dearly during this time! Savannah in Atlanta & Raiden ave been so kind letting me stay with them and helping me get adjusted to this lifestyle.
Ayla took my little chunky cat baby Luna in since I wouldn’t be able to take care of her, thanks for loving her and spoiling her! I appreciate y’all more than I could ever put into words. THANK YOU TO EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU FOR YOUR HELP AND SUPPORT!!!

A teenage event that happened in my life 4 decades ago.

Went to a house party. Much later a fight broke out, so couldn't find the friend i came out, becasue the scene was just chaotic. Met a guy there who I had kissed in the past who offered me a walk home.I was so grateful because i had a strict parents (rightly so), and my curfew had long since past. This guy first stopped by his grans house to pick up his jacket. Offered for me to come in which i did,and I was extremely quiet cos his gran was sleeping.

After jacket sorted, he the started kissing me, no harm in that, but then he wanted to take it further. By then i was terrified, asked him to please take me home, crying, begging, pleading all in whispers cos his gran was there asleep somewhere in that house. Despite all of that he still flatly refused to take me home. His ultimatum to me was "either sleep with me and I will take you home", or walk home on your own and get raped". Bearing in mind this was 2.00 a.m on a Sunday morning and it was a 30 mins walk home, I was petrified.

Sanity prevailed in my befuddled mind, so I then walked outside and waited on the road, hoping he would come up and feel remorse and safely accompany me home. Nothing, nada, crickets!

Luckily (amdist all the trauma i was going through in the pitch black of the night), i remembered that I had a friend who lived a street away, and so I ran to her home with a pounding heart and banged on her door. Thank goodness she was home. I told her what had happened and told her that she had to wake me at 6.00 a.m sunday morning because I knew my parents would be frantic with worry and furious too! She did exactly that. Bless her.

I took the long early morning walk of shame home at 6.00 am in the morning, constantly aware aware of drivers going by staring at me, people on early morning walks staring me. I kept my head down shamefully and felt humiliated every long step it took me to reach home.

When I got home, my mom screamed at me, called me a b*tch and told me to go to my room. I was sobbing so much and so hurt by what she called me. She does not use vulgar language ever. So for her to use that word on me, I subconsciously knew it was just her franticness coming across and relief that her daughter was finally safely home.. But I'm also human, so i also recall thinking in my traumatised state "Mom if only you knew the truth. I'm 16 years old, not a b*tch and still a virgin".

My dad came to my room soon after, where i was sobbing uncontrollably, facedown on my bed. He then very calmly asked me if the story I had told my mom and him was true. I told him yes it was. He then told me that he believed me He did warn me though, in a calm but stern voice, that if he ever heard a contradictory story to the explanation i gave them for sleeping out, I was going to be in serious trouble and that there were going to be serious consequences.

The truth is most of the my story was true. The only part I didnt tell my parents was this guys ultimatum to me. And that has stayed with me my whole life. Buried deep, but wont ever be forgotten.AND thank goodness my parents did not ever hear the real story.

My parents are now long since deceased. May their precious souls RIP. I loved them with all of my heart and still miss them terribly. SO Mom and Dad, wherever you may be, I am finally unburdening the "lie" i told you. Now you know the truth, and I deeply regret not trusting you enough to tell you the true events of that night.

I still ask myself as that young innocent 16 year old, as to why didnt i tell my parents the truth? Why did i take the shame upon myself and not out the guy that scarred me to some degree as a teenager?

It still hurts me that I didn't tell my parents what really happened that night.

SO, Mom and Dad,wherever you might be now in the afterlife, now you know the trauma your daughter went through that night. This is for you. Im finally releasing it and letting it go.xo

Is it a product of the C-19 influences on us all? Or something greater? During the potato blight famine, around 1847, apparently the Choctaw tribe sent just under USD 200 to help the Starving Irish. Now, it's not as if this Tribe was without it's own racist challenges, as with all Native American groups in Canada and the USA. Following their good hearts, the Irish have been taking up collections to return the kindness. Can anyone say Hope for humanity ? Can't make this stuff up, folks.

I believe I wrote about hospice being called in for my Dad over a month ago. He was so bad off. I figured since Hospice was called his departure would be soon, not the case. In my youth I heard a saying "Waiting on someone to die is the longest wait"

I took Mom some chicken for dinner yesterday, while I was there she called Dad and put him on speaker. He sounds great, a bit confused at times but enough clarity to declare Mom is the Love of his life. He knows the life situation outside his world is bad and he expressed how he missed her but wants her to stay safe.

It's just weird not being able to see him on one hand but on the other I'm glad Mom was forced to stay home for awhile and catch up on some rest.

When the time comes maybe we can celebrate his life at his funeral standing 6 feet apart. Haven't let myself thing abbout the funeral in our current situation, couldn't stand the thought of his body being thrown on a truck. Wouldn't affect me but it would kill Mom.

One crazy thing I like...people broadcasting from home. I get to see their kitchens, living rooms, etc. I want Fallon's wallpaper. Wonder what the rest looks like cause it seems to be a wild house for decor.
When I was a child, we made runs into town sometimes to ship dad's work by train. I picked it up from mom to be a peeping Tom as we drove down the streets. We would look for un-curtained windows to see what a living room or kitchen looked like.
There are lots of home magazines. But, I don't want to see some staged, perfect room done by some professional. I want to see how real people decorate. Rooms that the average person arranges.
So this is my positive, getting to read book titles in the background, see their kitchen counter is as cluttered as mine or their paneling or wallpaper. Real, not fake rooms. Genuine lived in homes where families live and gather and share.

Happy Easter, from a slob struggling with this somewhat challenging language of Portuguese. I can use all the help I can get, and may recently have been blessed with such. Sure, German's somewhat harder, and having Spanish already helps. But the latter is much easier. With restaurants closed, bringing an Easter dinner to our beautiful and talented twins, who are now in their own places, along with a visit from Bravo. Joy for all, especially for Bravo, who seems always to snuggle strategically near the table.