When I met Chris Woodrum, we were hanging upside down, faces red as a tomato and scared out of our minds while staring at a large group of strangers. We were 8 years old and receiving our Bobcat badges in the Boy Scouts at a ceremony in Lebanon, Missouri, where we both grew up. What […]
One of kind Chris ‘Woody’ Woodrum will be missed Read More »
Note: This blog was written but not published in January 2019, two weeks after doctors diagnosed Dad with terminal cancer. He died seven months later. It’s been 13 days since we found out my dad had six months to live … It’s been a rough day. I’ve been melancholy from the moment I woke up.
Twelve Days of Christmas, Part VI: Back to the well Read More »
I’ve been walking a lot lately. Some of that is out of necessity. Because of a recurring back injury, I’ve altered my workout routine. No more running or elliptical. No more lifting like I’m training for the Olympic trials. Combine that with a treadmill that needs to be repaired, and the current regime includes lifting
Long walks help ease the pain three years later Read More »
It’s been more than two years since my father died. In the weeks and months after he passed, I thought about him constantly. I often said to myself, “Will there be a day that I don’t think about my dad?” Twenty-eight months later, I don’t think about that anymore. I’ve realized that there will never
Like the movie, Dad was a ‘Big Fish’ Read More »
My dad would have been 77 years old today. He was born in the midst of World War II while his father was driving a half-track in Germany. Just six weeks after his first child was born, Grandpa fought in the Battle of the Bulge. These are facts I think about now that the old
Happy Heavenly birthday to my dad, who would have been 77 today Read More »
Note: I wrote this blog, but did not publish it, on Aug. 4, 2019. Dad died the next day, less than 24 hours later. I went on the last run I’ll go on while my father’s alive today. Unless, of course, he continues to defy the predictions. In truth, I don’t run that much anymore.
Memories of a lifetime during ‘the last run’ Read More »
Note: This blog was written on Aug. 2, 2019. Dad passed away three days later at age 74 on Aug. 5, 2019. Is today the day? We’ve been saying that for three weeks now as we watch Dad steadily decline and inch closer to the afterlife. For two days, he’s had the tell-tale death rattle.
Webb: When the death is near, enough is enough Read More »
I didn’t know Matt Newbery as well as some, but I still considered him a friend. Matt and I had many mutual friends and had quite a bit in common. Newbus or Bus, as he was known due to his size, passed away Sunday night at the far-too-young age of 53. Matt was a beloved
One of a kind ‘Newbus’ will be missed Read More »
Several times recently, I’ve walked into another room, stopped, looked around and said to myself, “Why in the hell am I here?” I had no clue why I was there. I ended up walking back into the room I was in before, sat down and then remembered why I’d gotten up in the first place.
Webb: What am I doing here? Oh yeah, aging. Read More »
Today marks one year since my father passed away at age 74. The last year has been different, to say the least. As if losing the family patriarch wasn’t enough, there’s been a pandemic, protests and a bubbling culture of hate. In the months leading up to Dad’s death, I often thought about what life
Webb: What I’ve learned in the year since my father died Read More »
