Breastfeeding, Not Breathing, Colds, Babies and Addicted Toddlers
For those of you that have not been hanging around Sam’s Stories for years, in 2006 my father died. He had been dying, in bits and pieces for years. First there were years of chronic bronchitis, years of emphysema, years of steroids and endless inhalers. Dragging around oxygen, setting himself on fire that one time [...]
My Nightmare
The first part of this story is here. The whole experience was surreal. I started packing and sorting on Thursday. On the following Tuesday I handed the landlord my father’s house key. The entire house had been scrubbed clean and was empty. My dad’s truck was on a trailer behind the Uhaul. I left Utah [...]
Dumpster Diving
On Tuesday morning, January 10th, 2006 I got the call. My dad had fallen in the nursing home. They suspected that he broke his hip. This isn’t the story of him dying, although he did die, the next day. This is the story of January 12th through January 18th. My father died on a Wednesday [...]
I Miss My Dad
Four years ago my dad died. I’m making his chili for the first time today. It has taken me too long to get to this point, where I can make his chili and it will be more good memories than painful goodbyes. I am finally at the point where I can read his recipe and [...]
Greetings From Vail, Colorado!
In July of 2007 Teddy Bear and I buried my dad in Grand Junction, Colorado while Chicken was visiting his father in Virginia. We decided then that we would travel back to Grand Junction with Chicken at some point in the future so he could see his grandfather’s resting place. After I got pregnant, Teddy [...]
38 Weeks
Still pregnant. Still sick. Tired of contractions. Update on Egg’s blog. If you comment over there, be sure NOT to mention any other blogs (like this one?) or I can’t publish your comment. My family does not know about Sam’s Stories and I like it that way. In other business, I got carded at the [...]
So Yeah And Then There Was The Penis Pump
I said in a previous post that I no longer feel like death. Technically, this is true. However, I feel like complete shit most of the time. I am one of those ungrateful bitches that whines about how horrible pregnancy is and blah blah blah. I suppose when my previous pregnancies were pretty fucking fantastic [...]
Andre Part II
I’m very tired, so this post may need some revision in the morning. The paramedics worked on Andre and took him away. He was life-flighted to the nearest hospital and was pronounced during the flight. I knew that he was dead, I had no hopes of visiting him in the hospital. He was gone. The [...]
My Dad, Part III
My father died and there was this in between time where I wasn’t sure if he was truly gone. Have you ever watched someone die? One moment he was there, I felt him there and the next he was gone. You see people on television hugging dead bodies of loved ones but as soon as [...]
My Dad, Part II
I held my father’s hand. I talked to him. He continued to breathe raggedly, the oxygen mask on his face. I tried to memorize what he looked like, what he sounded like, what was happening. I knew that these would be my last memories of him. Eventually I asked the nurses if I could stay [...]
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