Tag Archives: Hospice

Mortality

Posted on September 16, 2019 by Callen Harty

Lately, even before this last weekend, mortality has been on my mind. My partner, Brian, has been talking about the fact that we’re getting older and how he worries about me because of already surviving a heart attack a decade … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged appreciate, be, blockage, Brendan Hartmann, Brian WIld, brother, car wreck, coronary, death, depressed, existence, fatal, fathers, friends, friendships, gentle soul, goodness, grandmothers, grandparents, harassed, hardships, heart attack, help, honor, Hospice, jobs, kindness, life, listen, love, lovers, memories, mortality, mothers, near-death, next realm, old, police, potential, psomise, quality time, reconnect, rock bottom, St. Louis, young | 6 Comments

A Day in the Life of My America

Posted on October 30, 2016 by Callen Harty

Most days, even on the weekends when I don’t have to, I tend to wake up by 6:30 or 7:00. Today I was able to sleep in until about 7:30 or so, and then I was able to lounge in … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged activists, Afghanistan, African-American, apathy, Arrests, Barbara With, bullying, Camp Randall, color, complacency, corporations, Cuco, Dane County, dog, domestic abuse, ecological genocide, effigy mounds, Facebook, fear, Freak Fest, gay, gender, gun violence, Halloween, heart, hike, Homeless, Hospice, Hudson Park, hungry, injustices, Lake Mendota, Lake Superior, LaPointe Wisconsin, Mifflin, minority, National Guard, Native American, natural world, Nebraska, North America, North Dakota, pastry, pasty, pipeline, police, power, private security, privilege, protester, public transportation, reality television, Rebecca Kemble, Sacred Stone Camp, sexual assault, Social Justice Center, solidarity, spirits, underemployed, unemployed, United States, Upper Peninsula, veteran, Waer Protectors, wars, water, Willy Street, Wisconsin, Wisconsin Capitol | Leave a comment

91 and a Day

Posted on February 20, 2016 by Callen Harty

Yesterday my mother turned 91 years old. Today I am driving down to my hometown to see her. Every time I go I wonder, “Will this be the last time I see her? If so, what will my last memory … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged hometown, Hospice, last rites, memory, Mom | Leave a comment

My Cousin is a Duck, and I Am Loved

Posted on June 9, 2015 by Callen Harty

Some days when I visit my mother she thinks I’m her brother or someone else. Most of the time she knows who I am, but not always. Going to visit can be saddening or it can bring me joy–I never … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged cousins, dementia, gift, Holstein, Hospice, last rites, laughter, love, parents, Wisconsin | 2 Comments

From Dreams

Posted on December 11, 2014 by Callen Harty

Yesterday morning I woke up from a hard dream and it stayed with me all day long. In the dream I was at work when my cell phone rang. It was my sister calling and all she said was “She’s … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged birthday, Christmas, dream, family, Hospice, last rites, love, mother, premonition, sister, sleep | 1 Comment

On My Mother’s Birthday

Posted on February 19, 2014 by Callen Harty

89. I honestly didn’t think you would make it to 89. In fact I really didn’t think you would make it to 88. In the last couple years you have lost so much weight, you have had hospice coming in … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged faith, God, Happy Birthday, hope, Hospice, last rites, lessons, life, love, mother, survivor, unfinished business | 1 Comment

Let It Be

Posted on January 28, 2014 by Callen Harty

Three times in the last month or so I had intentions of driving to my hometown to see my mother and all three times the weather conspired to instill enough fear in me to keep me from the trip. I … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Hospice, last rites, memory issues, mother | Leave a comment

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