Portrait of a Morbid Optimist
“Hi Dad. It’s Katie.”
“Oh, Rita’s friend,” Dad says, “When are you coming over next?”
“In two weeks. For Thanksgiving,” I reply. 163 more words
11 months ago
“I missed you,” I say to my parents, kissing them hello.
My sister was visiting from Japan for the month of August, so I took the opportunity to take a break from my responsibilities as caregiver and focus on my family with Lynn. 886 more words
11 months, 4 weeks ago
“Has it been three years since Lorraine?” asks one man to another at table 9.
“Three years in November,” he replies, “Three long years.”
Dad and I are at his 65th high school reunion at the UVic University Club. 382 more words
1 year, 2 months ago
“We r having a Scottish dance on Friday night. Please will u & Dad come!?”
reads a text from Mum.
Friday night at the Brentwood Bay Senior Centre, it’s a big night out, especially for Dad. 428 more words
1 year, 3 months ago
“Disaster has struck!” says Mum in all her British-accented glory when I answer the phone.
Dad wants to call the police because he thinks Nicol is stealing the silverware. 889 more words
Still floating from my honeymoon, I come home to an urgent message from Dad’s tax accountant and a carbon copy of an email exchange between Nicol and Mum. 299 more words
1 year, 6 months ago
“What’s exciting?” asks Dad.
On February 8th, Lynn and I are getting married. We’ve been together for seven years and have decided not to wait any longer. 536 more words
1 year, 7 months ago