Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The Curse of February 15

Bad things tend to happen on February 15.  Usually related to events of The Day Before, aka "Valentine's Day."

On year, it was on February 15 when I discovered, via the grapevine, that My One True Love had given an expensive piece of jewelry to someone for Valentine's Day and that someone was Not Me.  Which is how I found out that My One True Love was a lying, cheating Rat Bastard.

It was another February 15 when I woke up after a wonderful Valentine's celebration the night before with my long-time boyfriend to discover he had flown the coop in the middle of the night, although he did take the gentlemanly step of leaving a "Dear Jane" letter on the pillow.

So, every year, I have to wonder/worry about something Bad happening on February 15.

This year has been no exception.  

This morning, my mother-in-law died after a 10 year battle with Alzheimer's.  A battle in which Alzheimer's robbed her of her dignity and turned her into the equivalent of an adult-size infant, an infant who could be out the door and halfway down the street the moment your back was turned.

Instead of mourning her death, we're going to try to remember the person she once was, before that bastard known as the Alzheimer's became such a dickhead and we're celebrating that she is finally Free.


  1. Kelly, I'm so sorry. She is now in peace and you're right Alzheimer's is a total dickhead. You are in my thoughts and prayers. May next year be the year you break this awful streak. You've had enough bad.

  2. Gee, I didn't see that coming. Very sorry for you. But I think you're taking the right approach...absolutely.

  3. So sorry Kelly - lost my Grand to Alzheimer's. Sucks.

  4. Oh Kelly, I hope that next year is better for you. Lost my dad a year ago to Alzheimer's. Just awful.

  5. So,I'm all ready to leave a heartfelt, sympathetic comment about your loss and then *this ASS SPAMMER* posts his BS, the same BS I've seen on other dear blogger sites, that is so meaningless in any post, but seems so much more offensive in this kind of post, that I want to go and cold cock the loser, but then I come back to what your post is about and I say, I'm sorry for your loss and I wish you and your family peace. Huge Hugs.