The Call

Have you ever gotten "the call"? Where your whole life changes? Where someone who was the most important thing in your life, just ceased to be? The one that begins with, I'm so sorry...I have gotten three of those calls in my life. The first was my mom calling me to tell me after almost a year of fighting cancer, my dad had died. I had been flying back and forth from California to Massachusetts every week or so while he was in treatment. I was scheduled on a flight, that day when I got "the call". I had never lost anyone before. I was 32 and I had lost my dad. The person I trusted most in my life, the person who I believe made me the person I am, was gone. The best man I ever knew was no longer on this mortal coil. I was inconsolable, incoherent and desolate. I continued to perform my job, a technical position that required an enormous amout of my time. I at this time, became my mother's confindant, emotional caretaker. We had always been at odds. I now know that during my entire life she most likely suffered from bipolar but was never diagnosed. This is the middle of my story, how much my family means to me and how it ended up. I'm very grateful for how my life so far has turned out. I will begin my story, from the beginning, from when I was a teenager and how my parents influenced me and how I embraced and overcame. I hope you find something here that helps. I hope that it will be real, honest and above all absurdly funny. My solution is always, handle life with humor no matter how your heart is breaking. I think many people will be able to relate. I hope you will. Thanks blog reader, I'm so happy you're here.