Hey, Mom! The Explanation.

Here's the permanent dedicated link to my first Hey, Mom! post and the explanation of the feature it contains.

Also,

Sunday, August 30, 2026

A Sense of Doubt blog post #4213 - SoD Reprint - Dad Vacation 2022 - Day of Rest


A Sense of Doubt blog post #4213 - SoD Reprint - Dad Vacation 2022 - Day of Rest

Still in reprint mode of DAD posts in honor of his passing two years ago on the 28th. Published at 13:40, the time of his death.

Dad visited here in 2022, the year we bought the Kalama house as an early picture of the front shows, a time before the plum tree, and with many concrete blocks since moved out of the front.

I bought him the Portland t-shirt he's wearing, which I now own again and wear as pajamas.

For me, today is also a day of rest, a self care day before I start my clinical hours tomorrow.

Getting A LOT done.

Thanks for tuning in.


Friday, July 1, 2022



A Sense of Doubt blog post #2691 - DAY OF REST: Dad and I eat at McMenamins Kalama Harbor Lodge

We kind of took a day off and had a day of rest. Later in the day, we went out and sat by the river at McMenamins.

Good day.

DAD VACATION

These posts on the "Dad Vacation" are published one day behind the day we did the thing. These pictures were taken on June 30th.



Blog Vacation Two 2022 - Vacation II Post #127
I took a "Blog Vacation" in 2021 from August 31st to October 14th. I did not stop posting daily; I just put the blog in a low power rotation and mostly kept it off social media. Like that vacation, for this second blog vacation now in 2022, I am alternating between reprints, shares with little to no commentary, and THAT ONE THING, which is an image from the folder with a few thoughts scribbled along with it. I am alternating these three modes as long as the vacation lasts (not sure how long), pre-publishing the posts, and not always pushing them to social media.

Here's the collected Blog Vacation I from 2021:

Saturday, October 16, 2021


Dad's club sandwich and cajun tater tots


Dad's drink: The Painkiller



My Jamaican Rice Bowl:


Satchel in the front yard


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- New note - On 1807.06, I ceased daily transmission of my Hey Mom feature after three years of daily conversations. I plan to continue Hey Mom posts at least twice per week but will continue to post the days since ("Days Ago") count on my blog each day. The blog entry numbering in the title has changed to reflect total Sense of Doubt posts since I began the blog on 0705.04, which include Hey Mom posts, Daily Bowie posts, and Sense of Doubt posts. Hey Mom posts will still be numbered sequentially. New Hey Mom posts will use the same format as all the other Hey Mom posts; all other posts will feature this format seen here.







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- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 2608.30 - 13:40

- Days ago: MOM = 4077 days ago & DAD = 730 days ago

- New note - On 1807.06, I ceased daily transmission of my Hey Mom feature after three years of daily conversations. I post Hey Mom blog entries on special occasions. I post the days since ("Days Ago") count on my blog each day, and now I have a second count for Days since my Dad died on August 28, 2024. I am now in the same time zone as Google! So, when I post at 10:10 a.m. PDT to coincide with the time of Mom's death, I am now actually posting late, so it's really 1:10 p.m. EDT. But I will continue to use the time stamp of 10:10 a.m. to remember the time of her death and sometimes 13:40 EDT for the time of Dad's death. The blog entry numbering in the title has changed to reflect total Sense of Doubt posts since I began the blog on 0705.04, which include Hey Mom posts, Daily Bowie posts, and Sense of Doubt posts. Hey Mom posts will still be numbered sequentially. New Hey Mom posts will use the same format as all the other Hey Mom posts; all other posts will feature this format seen here.
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Saturday, August 29, 2026

A Sense of Doubt blog post #4212 - SoD Reprint from 2025 (3692) - The Orphaned Adult

Me and Dad 1708.29 home at 1785 Blacktail Lane

A Sense of Doubt blog post #4212 - SoD Reprint from 2025 (3692) - The Orphaned Adult

Several things to share before the reprint.

1. I am starting a run of a week of reprints in honor of my father who died two years ago as of yesterday.

2. Today is nine years exactly since that picture above was taken the day we arrived in my new home after driving across country. 


3. This book, The Orphaned Adult, has become very important to me in counseling people who have lost their parents and grief counseling in general.

4. The post I am reprinting was published on the 28th of the month, same day Dad died.

5. POWER WASHING WENT GREAT and I channeled Dad to solve various problems even though I was tempted to get help.

BEFORE




AFTER




6. That picture up top is my favorite of me and my dad in the years after my Mom died.

7. I am doing well. I process all this grief and loss so I am not blind sided by unresolved feelings at these key times. I am fine.


Thanks for tuning in!



Link to the original post I am reprinting below:

Friday, March 28, 2025

Me and Dad Tigers Opening Day April 2016

Today is also the first official and domestic day of Baseball season, which is one of the things that brings me the most joy and comfort in my life. Welcome back Baseball. Thanks Dad for introducing me to Baseball.

A Sense of Doubt blog post #3692 - SEVEN Months and The Orphaned Adult By Alexander Levy

Am I going to commemorate each month passed since Dad died and each significant number (hundreds, fifties)?

For at least this first year, yes, almost certainly.


Here's what I have done so far:

After a single month, I posted many items around September 28th for what I posted past years on August 28th, but on September  28th itself, I had to post this:

Saturday, September 28, 2024

Not specifically about the one month since Dad died, but Dad would appreciate the post. After all, I had the Cubs game on my phone in his final hours. Baseball comforts me.

The next two months, though, I did directly acknowledge Dad's death anniversary with the November one falling on Thanksgiving.

Monday, October 28, 2024

Thursday, November 28, 2024

But in December, I just posted this fun post, though the next two, especially January, acknowledge Dad as well as the 180 and 200 days posts.

Saturday, December 28, 2024

Tuesday, January 28, 2025

Friday, February 28, 2025

It seems to me that as the months have passed the incredulity I experience in reflecting on my Dad being GONE compels me to write about it and publish those thoughts on the month anniversary and some of the other numbers that feel significant.

I chose to wait and write this post the day AFTER the twenty-eighth, in part to digest my feelings, but also to do some things just for me on the day. Though I had two appointments, one being at the dentist, I had lunch at Thai Orchid, which is the first place I ate when I moved here and I ate there with my Dad, Liesel, and the kids. I ordered the same thing I had then, eight years ago (another eight!!). I read poetry and made some notes for poems. It felt good to do that.

Today, in my Forgotten English page-a-day calendar, the word is "apologue," which is a moral fable that uses a fiction to convey useful truths, such as by Aesop. The word originates in Greek with apologos, which means "fable."

The calendar also shares stories or some historical fact that may or may not be related to day's word (see below).



The story of King Tantalus struck a chord.

I feel tantalized by a thing I cannot have: my parents.

I lived for 62 years with parents in my life, and for 53 years with both of them.

And now, they are gone. 

And yet, they linger, like that water or that ripe, low-hanging fruit teasing Tantalus but forever unattainable.

In my last therapy appointment, I talked with my therapist about having a difficult time accepting the death of my parents, especially my Dad's death.

I can't remember exactly what he asked me, but I think it was something like "what would accepting it look like for you?"

I talked about how the culture at large expects grieving people to "get over it" and to "move on."

No one wants to hear about someone's grief after a few weeks have passed. Few ask about it, especially when someone is grieving an elderly parent, someone whose time it was to shuffle off the mortal coil.

It seems to me that these things are what "acceptance" is, but I don't think I will EVER "get over it," and what is "moving on" anyway? 

In grieving my Mom's death, I wrote HEY MOM for three years every day, but the majority of those posts were not about grief at all; they were about life, living, my life, my living.

Likewise, a month to the day after Dad died I posted about the Detroit Tigers and did not mention my Dad at all. Granted, all around that post were the reprints of past August 28th posts that were all acknowledging how the 28th, especially August 28th, was a significant date that I would never see the same way ever again.

I announced Dad's death on the 28th of August and then went into reprint mode of posts with old family photos and other relevant content. I finally came out of reprint mode September 10th with a round up of the DNC, which happened before Dad died and that I cried all the way through. I posted his obituary, finally, on September 13th, but I was getting back to normal with a mix of posts directly related to Dad and his death, like this one (a favorite):



Oh wow... scrolling through that post I just came across this picture.

Dad was wearing that shirt above when he died, very close to seven years later (and this post is about seven months -- more number connections). This picture above was taken August 24, 2017. The 24th...  8/24... more eights!!

My point being that after a month, I was no longer posting all the time about my Dad dying. The posts about my life and interests far out number those related to Dad's death.

And now, seven months later, that's definitely true. I did just write 200th day since he died, which was twelve days ago, and before that I acknowledged 180 days since. But generally, posts are what the blog posts have always been about: music, comics, science, writing, poetry, politics (state of the hate nation), teaching, and so on.

Since my therapy appointment two weeks ago, I started reading a book called The Orphaned Adult by Alexander Levy.

I plan to take this book to my next appointment on Monday.

Circling back to this idea of "getting over it" or "moving on," I watched my mother NEVER get over the death of her mother from before I was born. She still cried about it even a few years before her own death. She cried more after the meningitis, as that experience, the coma, the paralysis, made all of us so much more emotional, especially her.

But she never got over her Mom's death.

Or her brother Wilbur.

She seemed less traumatized by her father's death, but she did grieve him.

I don't think my Dad really "got over" the death of his parents either.

In  The Orphaned Adult, on page 38, Alexander Levy makes clear that the grieving DO NOT NEED TO GET OVER IT (the deaths of parents). "Grief is something you get through, and if you let it get through you as well, you will eventually find that you have room in yourself to contain it" (Levy, 38).

I really liked this quote as it turned over my own thinking and feeling about grief, kind of like I had been living in upside down world, and now I can at least see into if not live in right-side up world.

I understood that grief is something we "get through," but I had never conceived of it as something that we let "get through us."

What does that mean? How do I let grief get through me? Does that mean it exits? Or is it more like channeling?

Because what I learned from losing my Mom is that grief feels more like a feedback loop, much like our own annual seasons. There are fallow times. There's hibernation. And then there's awakening and new growth, a flare up, over-growth, until the next time of fallow fields and cave hibernations.

Levy goes on to write that "when you come out the other side of this terrible time, without needing to understand how it happened any more than you need to understand how you digest food and distribute nutrients throughout your body in order to be well fed, you will find that you are able to face, and conduct, your life in a new way" (Levy, 38). 

I already feel like I am facing and conducting my life in a new way, and in a way that is growing and evolving. I am not sure how to explain this new way as it's more of a feeling, an intuition, than something that is definable. I am not even sure what it is or how it works yet.

But I am also still in the feedback loop. I am still experiencing anger at my Dad for dying. I am still experiencing disbelief that he's gone. I think I have passed through the disbelief that my mother is gone when I think of her alone, but when I consider her with Dad, the fact that I am an orphan, I feel a strong urge to dismiss the reality of the situation, as I told my therapist, like a child stamping his feet and raging against the way things are, the way he does not wish them to be.

I have been depressed and have been trying to fight that with self-care.

I have been bargaining, weighing myself down with recriminations and regrets: had I only done more, had I flown sooner to Michigan, had Dad not contracted Covid, etc. etc.

I miss my parents every day.

I think about them every day.

Levy says that there will be a time when I do not think about them every day, or at least do not feel the grief every day. I did experience that with my Mom.

Part of what keeps me thinking of them is our new scrolling photo frame that keeps showing me pictures of them even when I am not looking at shelves where I have other, non-digital ones.

I have more to process about this grief and this book in particular in future posts. Stay tuned.

This is a good chunk for today.

Thanks for tuning in.


Reference

Levy, Alexander. The Orphaned Adult: Understanding And Coping With Grief And Change After The Death Of Our Parents. Hachette Books. Kindle Edition. Balance Pub. 2000. ISBN: 978-0738203614

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- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 2608.29 - 13:40

- Days ago: MOM = 4076 days ago & DAD = 730 days ago

- New note - On 1807.06, I ceased daily transmission of my Hey Mom feature after three years of daily conversations. I post Hey Mom blog entries on special occasions. I post the days since ("Days Ago") count on my blog each day, and now I have a second count for Days since my Dad died on August 28, 2024. I am now in the same time zone as Google! So, when I post at 10:10 a.m. PDT to coincide with the time of Mom's death, I am now actually posting late, so it's really 1:10 p.m. EDT. But I will continue to use the time stamp of 10:10 a.m. to remember the time of her death and sometimes 13:40 EDT for the time of Dad's death. The blog entry numbering in the title has changed to reflect total Sense of Doubt posts since I began the blog on 0705.04, which include Hey Mom posts, Daily Bowie posts, and Sense of Doubt posts. Hey Mom posts will still be numbered sequentially. New Hey Mom posts will use the same format as all the other Hey Mom posts; all other posts will feature this format seen here.
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Friday, August 28, 2026

A Sense of Doubt blog post #4211 - TWO YEARS AGO - Obituary of Bob Tower - Born June 26, 1935, Died August 28, 2024 at 13:40 Michigan time



A Sense of Doubt blog post #4211 - TWO YEARS AGO - Obituary of Bob Tower - Born June 26, 1935, Died August 28, 2024 at 13:40 Michigan time

My father, Robert B Tower, died two years ago today, August 28th, at 13:40 Eastern time, even though I am publishing this post at 13:40 Pacific time.

I was there with him when he took his last breath.

As I wrote yesterday, today I am honoring his life doing something he would appreciate: pressure washing patios and decks.

I went hunting for new pictures that I have not posted. The photo above is from an envelope full of flawed photos with the left side blacked out, almost foreshadowing that Mom would die first.

It's so rare to see my Dad smile in photos, especially when he was younger. I got after him about that which is why I have so many of him smiling when he's older.

This is a good smiling Robert photo. It's from April of 1974. I was a very awkward twelve year old.

I found this candid photo (below). What is with my sister's facial expression? :-)

I have not closed the tab in my browser containing Dad's obituary in two years. I am reprinting and a post I made about it below.

That is all.

Thanks for tuning in.




Friday, September 13, 2024


1973 - Mackinac, Grand Hotel


A Sense of Doubt blog post #3496 - Obituary of Robert Tower - June 26, 1935 - August 28, 2024

I realized I had not yet published Dad's obituary. I have not read it, either.

To be fair, I read it years ago when he wrote it and he sought some editing advice from me. I did not give him a tough edit.

I wanted to find a good picture of my Dad from the 1960s or 1970s. I wish I had more pictures of him from that time period. Since he took all the pictures, he's not in very many of them.

I like this one above. I am not sure if Lori and I were at the Grand Hotel with them on this trip.

Maybe. Depends on when Nixon resigned. I remember we stayed in the presidential suite, which that is, quite clearly, right after the president, and I want to say that president was Gerald Ford. Nixon resigned on August 8th, so conceivably this picture is after that.

However, I remember being into magic on that trip, and I do not believe I was quite into magic yet at 11 years old. Maybe. I remember seeing Robert Downey (not to be confused with the actor) on that trip.


I am not sure if I knew that he died in 1980.

I think it's more likely that the picture above is from a time when Mom and Dad went without us and we all went together in 1974 and/or 1975.

The picture with the obit is from TASTE OF KALAMAZOO, and I took that picture. It's one of my favorites.

I still can't believe he's gone. I want to talk to him about the picture above, about Bob Downey, about our trips to Mackinac.

Regardless, we were (or they were) at Mackinac for Michigan Society of Architects.

I am and always have been so proud to be the son of Bob Tower.

Miss you, Dad.


UPDATE - 2409.14 - 11:07

I just realized that I am now in possession of my Dad's little black books in which he recorded nearly everything.

We were in Mackinac in late August of 1973.

But I think we were there again in other years and for longer. This is not the year when I met Bob Downey (as far as I can tell).

Here's the relevant pages:







COUNTDOWN!!!



https://www.legacy.com/us/obituaries/kalamazoo/name/robert-tower-obituary?pid=207694616


Robert Tower Obituary

Tower, Robert Burns
Kalamazoo
ROBERT B. TOWER, AIAE, NCARB - June 26, 1935 - August 28, 2024
Robert Burns Tower II passed away peacefully at Friendship Village and joined his wife in Heaven with his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. He was born prematurely in Whitefish, Montana in a log cabin. He was the son of Hellen Doris (Lauman) Tower and Walter Burns Tower. He was named after his grandfather, Robert Burns Tower as well as the famous Scottish poet, Robert Burns. His family moved to Michigan, and he attended secondary schools in Midland, Michigan. Tower attended the University of Michigan, and earned his Architecture degree in 1960. He served his country in the US Army and National Guards of Michigan. He was a registered Architect, with licenses in Michigan, Indiana, Illinois and Ohio. He received a national Architecture Registration (NCARB). Tower was also certified as a Peer Reviewer for the American Institute of Architects. He traveled to many parts of the US and Canada to consult with other Architectural or Engineering firms offering his expertise in management transition. With over forty years of experience in the field of Architecture, Tower was the retired Chairman Emeritus of Tower Pinkster Titus Associates, Inc (TowerPinkster). During his years with the firm, Tower practiced Architecture and served as the leader of its staff. The firm had offices in Kalamazoo, Battle Creek, Detroit and Grand Rapids during his leadership. His expertise in Healthcare Facility design and Healthcare Construction Codes made the firm greatly sought after for his reputation for design skills in highly technical buildings. Tower's involvement in community activities throughout the state gave him the opportunity to gain insights in many aspects of public, non-profit and private enterprise. He served on the Boards of Directors of many organizations and was highly respected for his leadership and energetic support of the organizations he served. During many years of community service Tower was involved in countless fundraising efforts, developed public policy, provided leadership in the reorganization of a number of non-profit organizations, and attained a wealth of knowledge in organizational planning. Tower was a highly organized taskmaster who was respected by his peers for his ability to lead groups of people with diplomacy, thoughtful mentorship, and a respect for other people's abilities and ideas. His expertise as a fundraiser was the hallmark of his community service, and he was greatly sought after to participate in such activities because of his success at attaining the goals of any campaign he was involved with. His noteworthy campaigns were the successful efforts for the Kalamazoo Nature Center, Binder Park Zoo, DRUGS DON'T WORK, the Kal-Haven Trail and the Rotary Stage in Bronson Park. Tower designed many buildings during the length of his career with his firm as well as many architectural commissions he completed in his own private practice during retirement. He was the Architect of Record for Bronson Methodist Hospital in Kalamazoo for over twenty years, and was the designer for many of the additions to the health facility as it expanded during the later years of the twentieth century. He was also the Architect for many other healthcare facilities throughout the state of Michigan and Illinois. Tower's personal delight was the many beautiful custom homes he designed for clients that sought his expertise. Most of his residential projects are in Southwest Michigan. Tower also designed many fine homes in his hometown of Midland, Michigan. Robert Tower's wife, Marjorie Ellen (Delbridge) Tower passed away July 4, 2015. He is survived by his daughter, Lori M. (Noel) Beard; his son, Christopher B. (Liesel) Tower; and grandchildren, Piper and Ivan Simons. The family will receive friends at a

visitation at First Presbyterian Church in Richland, Michigan from 6pm to 8pm on Thursday, September 5, 2024 in the Grand Prairie room which Tower designed. A memorial service will be held the following day, September 6, 2024 at First Presbyterian Church at 5pm. Gifts in lieu of flowers can be directed to the Kalamazoo Nature Center, Binder Park Zoo, or Gilmore Keyboard Foundation.



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- New note - On 1807.06, I ceased daily transmission of my Hey Mom feature after three years of daily conversations. I plan to continue Hey Mom posts at least twice per week but will continue to post the days since ("Days Ago") count on my blog each day. The blog entry numbering in the title has changed to reflect total Sense of Doubt posts since I began the blog on 0705.04, which include Hey Mom posts, Daily Bowie posts, and Sense of Doubt posts. Hey Mom posts will still be numbered sequentially. New Hey Mom posts will use the same format as all the other Hey Mom posts; all other posts will feature this format seen here.
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- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 2608.28 - 13:40

- Days ago: MOM = 4075 days ago & DAD = 729 days ago

- New note - On 1807.06, I ceased daily transmission of my Hey Mom feature after three years of daily conversations. I post Hey Mom blog entries on special occasions. I post the days since ("Days Ago") count on my blog each day, and now I have a second count for Days since my Dad died on August 28, 2024. I am now in the same time zone as Google! So, when I post at 10:10 a.m. PDT to coincide with the time of Mom's death, I am now actually posting late, so it's really 1:10 p.m. EDT. But I will continue to use the time stamp of 10:10 a.m. to remember the time of her death and sometimes 13:40 EDT for the time of Dad's death. The blog entry numbering in the title has changed to reflect total Sense of Doubt posts since I began the blog on 0705.04, which include Hey Mom posts, Daily Bowie posts, and Sense of Doubt posts. Hey Mom posts will still be numbered sequentially. New Hey Mom posts will use the same format as all the other Hey Mom posts; all other posts will feature this format seen here.
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Thursday, August 27, 2026

A Sense of Doubt blog post #4210 - Letter to Dad #50: Pressure Washing with Dad in Honor of his Passing Two Years Ago


A Sense of Doubt blog post #4210 - Letter to Dad #50: Pressure Washing with Dad in Honor of his Passing Two Years Ago

Hi Big Guy, 

It is fitting that on the day before the second year since you died, my letters to you feature hits fifty.
No more significance to this number other than it's a special number enroute to one hundred, so it is notable.

Also, BTW, I am publishing this and the next six posts  (seven in all) at 13:40 instead of 10:10. The time of your death, Dad.

Even more fitting is what I will do tomorrow on the second year since your death that I am going to pressure wash patio, drive ways, deck, and porch. So, in that spirit, I am reprinting here when we pressure washed together before staining the deck at St. Antoine in Kalamazoo a color that was not approved, so we had to re-do it!

Before that reprint, not much to report. Back to teaching creative writing, which I have not taught for five years, and of course the whole course is changed.

Making time for my own writing at a pretty solid clip, so I am proud of that.

Start my Practicum (not internship yet but essentially the same thing) on Monday. 

Things are going well.

I miss you and love you, Dad.
~ christopher

Link to the original post I am reprinting below:

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #357 - Work days with the Big Guy

Hi Mom, This one's mostly pictures. There's been lots of work around here lately with the Big Guy, my Dad, you know, Robert "Bob" Tower, your husband.

In the photo above, I had to insist that Dad smiled. It's a good smile.

This photo gallery charts our power washing of the deck and then staining the deck.

Liesel does not like the stain color (see sample pick of the color swatch below). But the staining of the deck is more about preserving the wood than looks. We needed solid stain. She wanted grey. We miscommunicated.

AND we will need to power wash again later this summer or early in the fall. We skipped a section of the house because we were running out of time and energy.

As you know, Mom, Dad and I have always done these work days. They used to be in support of our home, ours together as a family. But now, mostly, they are in support of my home with Liesel and the kids.

Dad told me that  a year ago he would not have been able to do all this work. He's doing yoga, and it's really helped him.

Also, he was taking care of you, and in your last two years, it was not as easy for us to bring you along and stash you in front of a TV or for a nap on the a couch.

I know these pictures would be interesting to you, Mom; you would look at them all, nodding and smiling. But my other readers may not find much of interest here. Still, I like our work and the before-after progression of the deck staining. I have also added my Instagram/Twitter/Facebook posts and captions. "SO MUCH DIRT!!!"

These times with my Dad are precious. I would not trade them for anything in the world.








































Satchel: "I want to come outside, please."
Me: "No, you are already covered with stain."

Satchel, thinking: "How could I get outside without his help."
Me: "Satchel, don't even think you're getting outside until the stain dries."



ALL DONE!! Four days later, the deck looks great, if you like cape grey as a color that is.






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Reflect and connect.

Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.

I miss you so very much, Mom.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.

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- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1606.28 - 10:10

NOTE on time: When I post late, I had been posting at 7:10 a.m. because Google is on Pacific Time, and so this is really 10:10 EDT. However, it still shows up on the blog in Pacific time. So, I am going to start posting at 10:10 a.m. Pacific time, intending this to be 10:10 Eastern time. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom. But I am not going back and changing all the 7:10 a.m. times. But I will run this note for a while. Mom, you know that I am posting at 10:10 a.m. often because this is the time of your death.





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- Days ago: MOM = 4074 days ago & DAD = 729 days ago

- New note - On 1807.06, I ceased daily transmission of my Hey Mom feature after three years of daily conversations. I post Hey Mom blog entries on special occasions. I post the days since ("Days Ago") count on my blog each day, and now I have a second count for Days since my Dad died on August 28, 2024. I am now in the same time zone as Google! So, when I post at 10:10 a.m. PDT to coincide with the time of Mom's death, I am now actually posting late, so it's really 1:10 p.m. EDT. But I will continue to use the time stamp of 10:10 a.m. to remember the time of her death and sometimes 13:40 EDT for the time of Dad's death. The blog entry numbering in the title has changed to reflect total Sense of Doubt posts since I began the blog on 0705.04, which include Hey Mom posts, Daily Bowie posts, and Sense of Doubt posts. Hey Mom posts will still be numbered sequentially. New Hey Mom posts will use the same format as all the other Hey Mom posts; all other posts will feature this format seen here.
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