“Until death do us part” is a common part of many wedding vows. It is a promise to never separate before death.
But here I’ll also use it to describe when our own death parts us from this world. Recently there were two deaths in our family. So it’s a sad time for me and my wife to have two family members who recently died. The older family member died from old-age lung issues complicated by a fall. The death was sudden, but it was expected sooner rather than later. The other, a young family member, was shot to death in the home by two robbers. Suddenly, unexpectedly, and “before his time”.
My own father died from complications of cancer side-effects from drugs taken to combat his MS. That was many years ago and he died the day after I introduced him to my fiancee. It was an emotional period in my life to be faced by parental death and betrothment. Continue reading
Today I went to the dentist to have a tooth cavity filled. The dentist was quick, courteous and professional. The procedure went fast and was without pain. I marvel at the many medical advances of recent years. They are able to make a visit to a dentist almost, dare I say, “pleasant”? I am old enough to remember way back when my first few cavities were filled. Back then, the procedure was very painful. Why? No anesthesia. Nothing was given to numb you. So, when you felt you could take no more pain, the dentist would stop and let you rest up for more drilling and pain. After a few minutes, he would resume the drilling and I would need to endure more pain. So much pain! I was very happy when it was all over and done. Continue reading
I can remember having a manual typewriter like the one pictured here below. It was great to have a portable model. I took it to college and typed many term papers using this old technology. It had a stiff “keyboard” and my fingers would ache after a short while from “punching” the keys down so it would strike the ribbon and paper hard enough to leave an inked impression on the paper. If I made a mistake, I had to correct it very carefully. You either had a bottle of white, correction fluid, or a ribbon with one half inked and the other half with correction powder. By shifting a special key, you could type a “correction” on top of the erroneous letter followed by retyping in the same spot with the correct letter. Or, you could dab some correction fluid on the offending letter, let it dry and then type the correct letter over it. Either way it was messy, not always perfect and slow. Continue reading
When I was living at home, I would help my Mom with different things. Housework was kind of expected. Doing dishes, (NO dishwasher!), doing laundry and cleaning, etc. As my mother got older she needed some help with personal hygiene. If she needed me to brush her hair, I was okay with that. Sometimes she needed some help getting in and out of the bathtub, or washing her back, I was okay with that too. I’d help her as I could. One of the things she needed some help with was with clipping her toe nails. That kind of made me cringe, a little bit. But I would go ahead and help her though. After awhile I realized that she as a Mother would do those things when I was a kid. So I’d try not to squirm so much and would meekly cut her toe nails for her. Continue reading