Bummed

Wes has to have surgery next Friday--pilonidal cyst.
He was major bummed about it. Not to mention that fact
that it's hard to tell your buds, at age 15, that you have to have your bum
cut into. But, it has to be done.

Could have been born with it. Could be that the conditions
were just right for it to form, but as the doctor said
before she examined him

"Well, you'll either be one of the lucky ones who doesn't develop
a cyst or the unlucky fellar who does." And she took one look and said
"Well, unlucky it is, son. It has to come out."

Mostly I've been just pulled in a thousand different directions
and unable to focus or give much to anyone.

Stats is not kicking my ass, but it's trying its best to do so.

Criminology is interesting, but the drive is long and I'm so tired.

Mom starting writing haikus for Dad. She said it helps her,
when she wakes up in the middle of the night, to go downstairs
and just start writing.

She can't see much (cataracts are severe but can't do surgery
now because she has a growth in the inner corner of her right eye
that may be cancerous, so it's wait and see).

So, she writes in very
large letters with permanent marker in one of those small
notebooks (what do they call those things????).

It's so difficult for me to go to the house. No Dad. Never again.
Heartbroken Mom. They were 3 months away
from their 50th anniversary when Dad died in April.

It's strange how you don't know how much someone
really loved someone else until one of them is gone.

Mom and Dad fought all the time when we were growing up.
Well, basically Mom yelled a lot at Dad and he just sat there.

I always wondered why in the hell they stayed together
when they didn't seem to get along at all, but I could always
tell by the way my father looked at my mother how very much
in love with her he was. I just didn't know how much she loved him.

But it's obvious she did, and she misses him so much.