My Story

2020 was an unforgettable year for many. Covid was introduced and chaos followed. My 2020 story is one of loss and recovery. Spring started with the loss of my position and income due to COVID. My dad suffered a stroke landing him in the hospital alone for 5 days. When I picked him up he was in the solid clothes that he went in on the stretcher. He was not happy with his right arm and hand not working well and his speech was hard to understand. A week later my Betsy was in home hospice. In came the hospital bed, oxygen machine with 30’ of hose, and the medications. A few days later my dad entered home hospice as going back to that forsaken hospital and being all alone was not an option. Another hospital bed, oxygen machine with another 30’of hose, and the medications. The first floor of the house looked like a form of the ER. Both of my parents choose home hospice and me as their full-time caregiver.
My stepmother died in the late afternoon of June 12th, followed by my dad’s death in the early hours of June 14th. After Betsy died, everyone left but my son and I. Then, an answer to my silent prayers my step sister and her husband arrived out of the blue saying that they could not leave me alone to face the inevitable. My father died at 3 am. I covered him and shut off the oxygen machine that hummed throughout the house. Finally, there was silence, a stranger for the past few months. I was sleeping on Betsy’s vacated hospital bed. It was the only bed available. I plopped down face down on that plastic mattress and cried. Next thing I know my step sister was laying on top of me and holding me tight. This just made the emotions come out more.

I called the crematory again to schedule the pick-up.  When the driver arrived, he was surprised that he was back at this address.  I assured him this would be the last trip for a while. He took my dad out and I signed the paperwork.  The nurse from Home Hospice gave me some helpful advice and the name of a book from our brief conversation that she thought I would like to read. That book is The Disappearance of the Universe, by Gary R. Renard.  I keep this book in my library.

I went home about 7 am to see my live-in girlfriend and dogs.  When I arrived, she was getting her coffee. I said my father died. She said, I know you texted me at 3 am. Then she turned to tend to her coffee.  I said that’s all you have for me?  She asked what I wanted.  I said nothing and that we are done. The live-in relationship of 2 years ended. Fast forward a month and she had not found a place to live. So, she came with me to live at my dad’s house temporarily.  Separate rooms. I planned to update this house and decide what to do next year.

I have been going to Nantucket for the past 6 years to a good friend’s house. This year is was just me and my soul mate rescue dog. These 16 days would be a reset for me.  For the first 3 days I just sat in the chair and watched the white lace curtains blow in the ocean breeze. I could feel the stress starting to lessen the second day. My dog Reed and I walked the beaches and just laid low.  Then Reed started to act odd.  Not eating much, lost some weight, and had the look of a sad dog. We loaded the truck and headed home Saturday afternoon.  Sunday, I called the Vet ER and in we went.

The ER wanted to run tests which I agreed. Anything for Reed. They came back with the test results and asked to keep Reed overnight to observe him and treat him.  I reluctantly agreed and went home alone to that home that used to be bustling with activity.  Now, it is just a house with solemn silence.  The ER called to tell me that Reeds liver had given out and he is at stage 4.  Reed was my soul mate dog rescue. We bonded immediately.  I could think of going for a walk and Reed would be at my feet ready. I picked up Reed and he laid in the comfy chair next to my desk.  I quickly realized that Reed was not feeling well at all.  I called the ER and scheduled our appointment to have read put to sleep. He died with his head in my lap as I sat on the floor.  He went quickly and that was some comfort.  I went out to the car to release my emotions and compose myself so I could drive.

Looking back, this 60-day period changed my life in every way. The one thing I knew was that I did not want to be here anymore. I overcame these events through a healing process that I credit to my learned skills. I have been a Reiki Master for the last 15 years and a meditator for as long.  What this eighteen months taught me is we can all create the lives we want. I went to work, focusing on what I cold cobble together for what I wanted in the near term.

The result of the work I did has placed me squarely in the best years of my life. Today, I am with the eternal love of my life, no debt, and a beautiful home full of love, with close friends that feel more like family. My struggles, challenges, and the heinous harassment of a disturbed family member after my parents’ death have transitioned me into who I am today. This recovery never ceases to amaze me. I hosted an International Intention group and coach people as need.

What I did was nothing short of amazing. I truly believe anybody can transform their lives with the right coaching, belief in yourself, and the belief you will succeed in Business and Life.  No two paths are the same.  It is not as much the path you take, it is the choices you make while on that path, that make the difference.  My belief for decades:

“If you believe you can, or if you believe you can’t, you are right” Henry Ford

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