Wild Horses Statue, Providence, RIRight, so where was I? Ciaragh was back, I was done with GARF, and life was settling down so I could get ready for my inlaws to come for a visit.Yeah, that didn't happen. Not even close.For those that don't know, my mom had some sort of major neurological event around… Continue reading And another hot minute passes…
My Little Irish Wanderer…and the Aftermath
Well, so it has been a hot minute since I last updated this - or wrote anything if I'm honest, but work and life have not given me a second to breathe, let alone open the laptop.That little face there is my Ciaragh (Our Cailín Ádh), and she has had a marvelous adventure this week that… Continue reading My Little Irish Wanderer…and the Aftermath
Like it was just yesterday. I still remember you on one knee at Manchester Airport (if you want me to say yes to something, asking when I'm jet-lagged and just getting off an 8 hr flight is a good time to ask), and I remember Louise looking concerned that I might have said no when… Continue reading #tenyearsdunne
Mr. Allen, White County High SchoolGrief is a funny thing. Not funny ha-ha or funny "that is so interesting," but funny "what the..."My default for handling things that are generally unpleasant, sad, upsetting, or otherwise is not to handle them. I use what I call the Interpreter Protocol - I close the door on whatever… Continue reading #funnynotfunny
"I lift mine eyes unto the hills…"
Here is the public obituary (written mostly by my sister with input from me and our mom):Hoyt A. Allen, 1933 - 2018Please, if you knew him, or even if you didn't, take a moment and have a read about a life lived so well and with so much love by this soft-spoken gentleman from the hills… Continue reading "I lift mine eyes unto the hills…"