Its December 31st, 2025, and ate a bowl of maple and brown sugar oatmeal for breakfast, and later had a bowl of salad, and found myself hungry again. But before I could make myself more food in-between crocheting orange hats for the convention, I had to put away the Christmas decorations.
As I was doing these things, I was watching/listening to the Tom Papa Podcast with Mike Birbiglia as his guest. And he mentioned the situation where his father had a stroke. And I related.
My father had a stroke, too. But because of the degradation of his pancreas and liver, he did not recover once he went into the hospital ICU.
And I thought about the discussions I had with him about his family, his father. And I'm not sure that he ever really knew his father. That he ran away from home.That he lived in Ohio near his grandparents before entering the Army on a fake delayed birth certificate where he said he was born in Illinois.
And then I thought about the relationship that I have with my son and how angry he feels about his father and the choices he made in his life. And how different my son is as compared to his father.
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