Donald Trump’s birthday parade was fucking stupid, which brought me much joy. But there was a rough downside to yesterday. It made the day really rough.
My father had a slip and fall and ended up in the hospital. He’s not doing well.
Tough decisions had to be made. As the oldest son in town, it landed on me. My mother and I consult each other on each decision, as my father’s decline continues. I talk about that in today’s episode of The Renegade Writer’s Mouthy Musings.
Happy Father’s Day to you all. I am planning to start Dad’s spaghetti for the family, the way I like doing things. Even on Father’s Day. ESPECIALLY on Father’s Day.
Wish you were here with us, Pop. Rest up. We’ve got your back.
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