Stream of Consciousness Sunday.
Our prompt: Family Traditions.
I sit here in a large medical center.
My childhood nuclear family.
Dad in the bed — my sister and my mother and me.
Guess we had lots of family traditions together.
Lots of which we have discussed the past few days.
Tons of picnics, tons of millage in the car going to Gator games, the mountains of North Carolina and honestly, my brain’s too foggy right now to remember much under the pressure of the ticking clock.
I’m glad I’m here.
I had a great family growing up.
Not everyone can say that I guess.
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A little back story — my father has been in the hospital since Thanksgiving battling lots of things mainly a bad respiratory infection. At almost 86, his body seems determined to stay ill.