Musings & Thoughts for Wednesday, July 20, 2022, or: Grief, Death, and Sexy Video Games


Well, I managed to get through the seventh anniversary of my mother’s death without falling into a deep funk. I am not sure how, but I did. I won’t pretend that I am “over” the loss of my mom – and by extension, my old life in Miami – or that the pain of thatContinue reading “Musings & Thoughts for Wednesday, July 20, 2022, or: Grief, Death, and Sexy Video Games”

2,557 Days Redux


2,557 days. That’s how many days have passed since my mother, Beatriz Diaz-Granados, died at the age of 86 from a combination of age-related illnesses, including dementia, heart issues, and the effects of being confined to bed for half a decade after back surgery. She died around five in the morning; I’m sure the deathContinue reading “2,557 Days Redux”

2,557 Days


2,557 days. That’s how many days have passed since I last heard my mother say my name before she drifted off to an uneasy sleep on the afternoon of July 18, 2015 after I gave her a dose of tramadol to ease the pain in her back that she complained about not long after ourContinue reading “2,557 Days”

Weekend Musings for Sunday, July 19, 2020, or: Memoriae nunquam pereunt


Well, it’s already early afternoon on Sunday, July 19, 2020. It’s a hot, steamy day here in my corner of Florida; the temperature outside is 90˚F (32˚C) under partly sunny skies. With humidity at a sticky 65% and an easterly breeze blowing at 8 mph (13 kph), the heat index is 104˚F (40˚C). Later thisContinue reading “Weekend Musings for Sunday, July 19, 2020, or: Memoriae nunquam pereunt”