I got a phone call my dad had been put in hospice care. Liver failure. A life time of drinking. He would be turning 72 on February 24. On the 19th I boarded the plane with my son at 11:20 am eastern standard time. Back in AZ at 9:20 AM my father took his last breath. My husband and daughter got on the plane a couple hour’s later. The trip was put together by friends and family because we could not pony the cost of flying and staying in Az at all. My ticket was one way. I planned on staying with my dad for as long as it took. Sit vigilance next to his death bed and keep a hawks eye on the nurses. I guess he didn’t want to be any trouble. The night before we left, just 16 hours before he died, I sat on the floor by my bed and cried. I bawled like a child. I held his hand in my minds eye. I could almost feel his frail hand and cool skin in my hand as I sat with him but still 3000 miles away.
We had his memorial on his birthday. February 24, 2013.
The next morning we came home. AZ was cold the whole time. My daughter had a flu and had gotten sick on the ride out. I became violently ill two days later.
After we got home I took the jeep to get fixed. It didn’t fix. Just sucked away any money we had.
Then my husband’s place of work shut it’s doors on April 1.
I thought we would be homeless by July.
My husband landed a short contract and we are trying to catch up the past bills.
My state license so I can practice and help save my family from this cascading disaster hinges on me paying several hundred bucks up front.
So I started up an etsy shop. I make bags from upcycled clothes and duffle bags and pendants made is sea glass wrapped by my homeless mom.
Life is hard. But I found a $20 Bill in the rain last Saturday so the universe has shifted. I am ready to make good of what is next. I am ready for this needed change.