June 2009
7 posts
My Dad is in the hospital
He was having a pain in his chest for the past week which he didn’t tell us about and today it started going down his arm
I am terrified, they said they caught it in time, that it could have been “the big one” if he had left it unchecked.
He’ll be in the hospital until Monday.
I can hardly breathe. I can hardly think about what could have happened if he had kept...
(Junebug is my greatest enemy at work. Our conversations are pretty much always the same but they end fantastically)
Me: Why are you wearing winter clothes in the summer time?
Junebug Jim: Why do you look like a monkey?
Mitsdarffer
M as in Mary-I- T as in Tom- S as in Sam- D as in David- A-R-Double F like Frank or Frog-E-R
I have been spelling my name to people like this for 10 years now.
Caryl Elizabeth Brock was born June 3, 1982.
I met her in 4 year old pre-school.
She was my best and often times only friend in grade school.
She passed on to heaven on November 30, 1995 at age 13 due to complications from the pneumonia which had taken it’s toll on her aplastic anemia weakened immune system, we were in 7th grade.
I miss her.
Today and 2 days in November are so lonely.
