Conversations with Kellie

 Today I attended a funeral for my friends mom. (Dorothy Miller) In junior high and early high school, I spent a lot of time there. My 2nd mother, I affectionately called “Ma”.  While life happens, families grow and the time spent visiting got less often and then of course in the past 2 years, Covid really affected that.  She was never far from my thoughts and I kept up with her from her daughters, I didn’t visit nearly as often as I should have. I did get to see her one last time before she passed and she seemed to acknowledge me and I was grateful for that.   Of course a funeral brings with it a lot of emotion and I am swirling with them today, so bear with me as I babble.  I changed the title to Conversations with Kellie…. a twist on the blog I had for Matt (A Chat with Matt). Trinity Lutheran Church in Sandusky, OH, just outside of Castalia is where the funeral was held. I went there with Debbie a lot to Sunday School and worship.  My home church was Gr...

I don’t really know where to begin but I knew it was more than a Facebook status, so I’m writing a blog. Thirty-Seven years ago, I lost my dad, Paul Orshoski, Sr. - I was 16. I remember that day as if it were a scene from a movie that I have watched a hundred times. I visited him in the morning. He wasn’t talking, we communicated by looking into his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes.   I could tell he knew I was there.     He had lost most of his hair and he was so thin. Cancer. Being a sixteen-year-old, I didn’t fully understand how sick my dad really was. I thought he was going to get better, I really did.   I babysat my twin nieces that evening and had been talking to my mom and sister at the hospital on the phone. (We didn’t have cell phones to keep in touch back then) When my sister got home, we rushed to the hospital. The image of him lying in that hospital bed, lifeless, is an image I will never forget.   Sometimes, the memories coming flooding back a...