03 December 2015

The Post I Can't Even Pretend is Full of Syrupy Goodness

The less said about this, the better.

But since this blog was intended to be an account of my days, I've got to do the customary thing and put this here as I file away my backlog of entries I was too depressed to update for many years...

I'll just say that my father passed away 3 December 2015 of pancreatic cancer, the same thing that killed my grandmother (his mother), her brother, and her sister within a year of each other.  It's the same thing that will kill me if I live long enough.

He left behind a dilapidated house, several pensions, and a lot of family issues I had to spend the next 2 years cleaning up.

But I'll come to that when the road so leads me.