Ramblings of an Undisturbed Mind
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| Blog Name: | Ramblings of an Undisturbed Mind |
| Url: | http://afrogtokiss.net |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | humor, women's issues, technology |
| Description: | Ramblings is my baby. I molded her into what she is today- I like to describe her as a Seinfeld blog- a blog about nothing. I have no niche, I write random happenings in my life, a lot of humor and sarcasm and geekiness. I am a girlie geek. Girlie geek= a female who enjoys technology, gadgets and Ninja Warrior, but still has time to polish her fingernails and toenails pink, while covering her lips with Lip Smackers. I also write reviews, so if you have a product or service you would like feedback on, feel free to contact me. |
| Popularity: | 6 Followers |
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Time Doesn’t Heal All.
21 years ago tonight, my dad passed away unexpectedly. The following is my account, (I was 15), of the events of that night and thereafter. I’m writing this as a lesson of sorts- of what not to do to a kid, of any age, who has just lost a parent. The scars last a lifetime. When I heard the sound of my mom’s voice yelling, I assumed it was time to wake up and get ready for school. I was half-way down the stairs and she barely blurted out the words, “Your Pop, (I started calling my dad Pop when I was 18 months old and yes, I could talk at that age), had a heart attack and I’m flying to Summersville.” Nothing registered until I saw two of my dad’s
21 years ago tonight, my dad passed away unexpectedly. The following is my account, (I was 15), of the events of that night and thereafter. I’m writing this as a lesson of sorts- of what not to do to a kid, of any age, who has just lost a parent. The scars last a lifetime. When I heard the sound of my mom’s voice yelling, I assumed it was time to wake up and get ready for school. I was half-way down the stairs and she barely blurted out the words, “Your Pop, (I started calling my dad Pop when I was 18 months old and yes, I could talk at that age), had a heart attack and I’m flying to Summersville.” Nothing registered until I saw two of my dad’s
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