Just One More Time
Jimmy loved a good backrub. He rarely had a professional massage, but when our 6’4 nephew Chuck came over Jimmy would lean over and yell to him “Blood, blood.” This, of course, meant ‘help get the kinks out.’ Chuckie came…
Carol Scibelli: Blog
Thanks for reading! As the years pass since my husband passed (2006) the themes and subjects of my blogs have changed. For new widows and widowers, I think most helpful for you are the blogs I wrote early on...where you are now. Please use the "archive" button to find any and all blogs from "the bad old days..." to relate, find relief and hopefully, a chuckle, too.
Lets Name Everyone After Jimmy
You have to think very highly of someone to name your baby after that person. Yes? No arguement here. It’s an honor and it’s a tremendous show of respect. Okay. That said… On June 3rd my cousin Mike named their…
People Die Near Their Birthday
I’ve always been an idiot savant with dates. I remember everyone’s birthday even if I can’t stand them. My brain refuses to delete that Mrs. Ellenson was born on February 9th. She was my next door neighbor 34 years ago….
Is That Your Husband In The Bag?
I feel safe at home. I like being among the familiar things that Jimmy and I bought together or fought about buying. I always won, of course and that’s why they’re here. Photos can be painful and depending on the…
What Was I Thinking?
I was driving along feeling sorry for myself listening to Michael Bolton belt out “How Am I Supposed To Live Without You” when my accountant called. He told me how much money I owed in taxes and my mood went…
lost In The Cemetery
I don’t have a bad sense of direction. I have zero sense of direction. If I added up all the time spent driving South when I should have been going North or stopping strangers only to hear ‘left, right, right,…
Grandfathers Are Necessary, After All… to Grandmothers
I’m not sure how to begin a new entry. It’s my first since April. Until today, I haven’t had the heart or the focus to post again. Minutes ago I changed my profile. The old one didn’t fit me anymore….