Gregory Patrick's Blog, page 8

In Recovery

Sorry I have not written, but my health has not been well. I lost my voice about a month or two ago, just after my father died. Over the years I have grown accustomed to losing my voice for about a week or so, nothing too long. The last time this happened was about five […]

Selfish, Greedy Sock Yarn

I think if you’ve read this blog for a while you know how much I adore knitting socks. There are many selfish reasons for that and I don’t have a problem saying it to the knitting community at large. I love knitting socks because I get to be selfish.  Everything I make I sell and […]

I Forgot About My Mother

My mom sadly said to me recently, “I’m sorry I wasn’t the best mother.” I had to stop her right there. I disagreed completely. Despite whatever hell and horror my sister and I went through as children, my mother still managed to raise two people who are forgiving, that are kind, that would rather create […]

My Strangled Thoughts About Naomi

I know a lot of you get a little worried when I haven’t blogged for a while. To be truthful, I worry when I haven’t either…. My head isn’t in the best place at the moment, and I’ll probably fill this space with a lot of that, trying to figure out too many thoughts at […]

A Tidal Wave of Great Embrace

I will profess a love for my little bed. It’s a simple thing, no bigger than a cot, and built pretty much the same way. But, despite the way it sounds, it is perhaps the most comfortable thing I’ve ever slept on. No matter how badly my body may ache in a day, it’s all […]

Loving too Little….

I feel a little like a zombie. My eyes look insanely tired, there is a droop in my smile. I’ve been staring a lot, while not at all in thought. Just….zoned out. There have been a lot of intense emotions over the last two weeks and that intensity can be exhausting. My tears ran the […]

The Price of Hell is Worth a Dollar

There were no provisions made for my sister and I in my father’s will…. Well, that’s not entirely true. He left us both $1 so that neither of us could say that he forgot about us. I felt at first as though my heart were blown out. It was hard for me to consider that […]

Eulogy: Are We Good, Dad?

My father is going to buried within the next few hours. The services will begin at 1:30 this afternoon. I’ve spent the last couple of hours working on this embroidery piece. My way of laying something at his grave, since I cannot be there. As I said in a previous post, it reminds me of […]

Meet Fuzzy and Forgetful

Well, with everything that’s been happing, I’ve forgotten about rent, life, trash day….So, I figured I’d better finish a few things and put them up in the shop. I have two adorable little patchwork bears and two amazing hand embroidered pieces available, so take a look… I’m still in a little bit of a fuzzy […]

Flowers for His Funeral

I was not invited to my father’s funeral. I had to ask my sister, who seemed to show some hesitance. She is without a doubt the only person in my life that I can truly say “doesn’t have a mean bone in her body.” She was probably trying to shield me from the pain of….purposely […]