First treatment in a new room!

I have a new massage room at Nutrition World in downtown Fort Pierce!  My new office was approved by the DOH on Friday and I provided two treatments there today.  It's a bigger space, brighter in a nice way, and located in a business that reflects my values.  All within 5 minutes of my house and next to my yoga center.  I have been dreaming about having a clinic space in the downtown and my dream has come true.  Gina Campala and I will be sharing the space and as we get busier we will use both rooms.  I'm still traveling a lot because it is a renewal year but I'm providing treatments during the midweek to my loyal clients.  I work down in Stuart at a Yoga Center and here in Fort Pierce.  I love to offer treatments even when I'm busy, busy with other responsibilities.  They help me keep focused on what really counts.  Providing the "Royal Petement" is an honor.  Call me when you need a treatment.  772.332.6116

The Last of My Fathers is Gone. A tribute to Geo, my "funkle"

The Last of My Fathers is Gone

I never met my father’s father.  He died when my Dad was eight.  I’ll never know him.  JB was my mother’s father.  He died when I was young.  Too young to really know him, but I loved him.  He taught me about love of a grandpa for his grandson. 

My father died when I was just 22.  He was my baseball coach, Indian guide, and party pal.  Peter showed me the love of a father for his son.  Peter never met my father-in-law because the party overcame him. 

Clark was my father-in-law until 6 years ago.  I learned compassion and caring while helping Clark.  He learned to trust me and allowed me to massage his body in his dying days. 

George came into my life as my uncle, he returned into my life at the turn of the century.  My mom apparently sprinkled “millennium dust” on him and he moved to Santa Fe from a tin box in Bradenton.  We called him “Geo” because everyone changes their name when they get to Santa Fe.  Geo became my last father.

We have many things in common: sailboats, RV’s, Coca Cola, Oreos, and Mara. 

Breathless was Geo’s baby.  He loved his boat and we talked boating often.   We commiserated about the beasts.  We talked often of the problems of weather, engines, and having enough time to get “on the water”. 

Georgie Boy was Geo’s home on wheels.  I have a home on wheels and we shared the tribulations of blowouts, finding a good site, and the camper life.  Where do you dump the “poop” any way?  Should you wear gloves?  Latex?  Leather?

Geo worked at Coke and knew of my father-in-law even though he never met him. George always shared his Oreos.   

Of course, the thing we have most in common is Mara.  He loved her, took her guff, and still came back for more.  At the end, when he began to have complications from liver and gut tumors. These complications didn't make him change his mind about treatment.   Rather they gave him the opportunity to talk with his family, hospice, and doctors about what he truly wanted as he died. He was comfortable, in no pain (even without meds), slept well and was cared for by his oldest daughter and my mom. Many of his dearest friends came to say “goodbye”.    

The afternoon he died, he was bathed by the hospice group, had clean clothes on and faded away as the bells of the church rang in the neighborhood.

I'm glad say George is the last of my fathers.  Or rather I should say, George was my “funkle”.  I LOVE YOU GEO.  SMOOTH SAILING.  P>