The 13th

Today is October 13th.

2018.  The shitiest year in recent memory.

My found biosister’s birthday, and my ex’s too.  Good Libra triskaidekaphobia.  A day I like historically.

Today I analyzed, researched and booked the travel, truck for moving, and my brother locked down a room for Dad, in Texas.

We’re moving him in about a week 1/2 very near my brother and his wife and kids and extended family.  I’ll follow soon after…

The thing is, this is my Dad.  The diaper changing, sacrificed a lot to make everyone happy and safe, Dad.  He’s 81, and the dementia got so bad weirdness was happening.  My brother and I had to step in her and get him really seen, diagnosed, and are following the recommendations of the doctors at the VA.

I went through a lot of photos, picking out those that will give a good picture of his life and memories, to remind him…

And to pass on to my Uncle Ray Robinson’s family, after he crossed over yesterday, after a heroic battle with cancer.  His family was gathered around him for the last couple of days, and he went quietly in the wee hours of the morning.

I couldn’t help but picture my mom, their brothers Guinn, and Philip and their parents there to greet him, and usher him into heaven with his Lord and Savior.

It’s a big time.  Lots of life and death, major changes in 2018.  Sometimes, I think my “put it in a box and take it’s power” trick comes in handy in crisis situations.  It’s a super power.