Itching to Write:Y3#4 #sol17 (9-11-17)


Dear Tuvia,

Morning on September 12.  It’s been a glorious few days  in our area  while those in the southeast continue to suffer with hurricanes.  I can’t stop watching and tearing up.  Two years ago, last year, I was used to morning tears from you.  Now, I tear up from our insane president and the suffering of others.  I am so grateful that you aren’t here to suffer along with us in this horrific era of Trump.

There’s  good news on one front, after a chaotic week of welcome  Hospice, his new routine is peaceful and nurturing.  I could write a new version of Thornton Wilder’s, The Skin of Our Teeth, from just last Thursday morning when it felt like the sky was falling in on us: the toilet broke, his dog got loose, the new caregiver forgot to given him his meds, a truck arrived with a new hospital bed, oxygen tanks, supplies,  two representatives from Hospice arrived one after the other and I was repeating details of my dad’s life and just watching him trying to make sense of the dramatic changes in his life as he moves into the chapter that everyone dreads, when you dramatically lose control of your life.

We needed longer sheets.  I raced upstairs to our linen closet.  No one lives up there anymore and everything is faded:  my parents’ bedroom, my brothers’ bedroom, my  bedroom are now just lifeless rooms.  I spent a few minutes in mine, remembering the life i lived in it.  Soon I won’t have the option to visit.  We are all in my dad’s last chapter. Soon we will be orphans….

But for now,  I have the luxury of talking with my dad in an instant.  I have the luxury of sitting across from him in his new hospital bed and chatting.  He’s still with us. He still knows us.  He’s not in pain…  He’s 96 and spending his days in his home with CNN and family close.

I’m still lucky…

Bonnie S.

7 thoughts

  1. I didn’t know about your dad, Bonnie. It’s a strange, almost dream time, but I am glad to hear that he is still there with you, a nice thing. Hugs for each day you can capture together.

  2. it’s so good that you can still have a conversation with your dad, but sad that you are having to go through this sad period again, so soon after losing Tuvia. My thoughts are with you.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.


"writing is the painting of the voice" -Voltaire-

Tammy L. Breitweiser

writer * educator * reader

lit bits and pieces

Snippets of learning and life


a motherhood community for moms who do it all


This site is the cat’s pajamas

Crawling Out of the Classroom

In everything that my students and I do together, we strive to find ways to use reading and writing to make the world outside of our classroom a better place for all of us to be

Lisa's Ramblings: Random Thoughts on the World We Live In...


Freeing the Writer Within

As I See It

Observations on Life

AnnaGCockerille Literacy

The Generative Power of Language: Building Literacy Skills One Word at a Time

Haddon Musings

There are 11,507 stories in Haddonfield; this is one of them.

To Read To Write To Be

Thoughts on learning and teaching

Just Let Me Teach

MrsWp, ELA Teacher


How to stay sane studying to become a teacher, and eventually, during your first years (when I get there!)


Smile! You’re at the best site ever

%d bloggers like this: