This small comfort, pleasure, the ocean caressing my feet, toes curled into the sand, about 18 months after my father passed. Mourning. Respect. It took a long time. I don’t know what getting back to ‘normal’ means anymore.
A few days into this visit it became clear. Mother could no longer live on her own. The dementia was bad. She hardly knew where she was. 11 April 2016 my sister and I moved her into assisted living. It was a stressful time. But we did what we thought best for her.
Mother sinking fast into dementia. Sister and I taking care of the bank, lawyer, bills, apartment, and lastly, in April of 2016 moving mother to assisted living.
I was always tempted to join these people swimming in the pool late at night. A lot of my night shots were after 9pm. But I more often wanted to watch. Take photos. I saved my swims for early morning. Break of day stuff. 6:30am. An hour. Then sitting in the sun for a bit to dry off.
Heading down to the pool each morning around 6:30am became the way to start my day. It helped to relieve the stress of dealing with mother. Being around her dementia. Sundowning. Anger. Confusion. Mother, living a reality that was all her own. It was this trip that made it clear to me. She could no longer live on her own. We would have to…
Father died on 25 July 2014 at 11:30pm. It was a warm, balmy 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…
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.
It’s been a while. 4 months. Eventful months. Difficult months. Uncle died. Mother died. 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…
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.