Hello my fellow little munchkins. How are you all doing? I am doing well. This is the first out of two blog posts that I am doing for this blog tour. The second post is on the 28th of this month. Anyways, I am on vacation still and it is really fun so far.
Now, why don’t we get into this post?
“Following a family tragedy, 18-year-old Gabe LoScuda suddenly finds himself thrust into the role of caregiver for his ailing grandfather. Between the shopping trips and the doctor visits with Grandpa, Gabe and his friend John try to salvage their senior year, meet girls, and make the varsity baseball team. It doesn’t take long for Gabe to realize that going to school and looking after a grandfather with Alzheimer’s is more work than he ever imagined.
And when long-lost Uncle Nick appears on the scene, Gabe soon finds that living with Nick and Grandpa is like babysitting two grown men. Aside from John, the only person who truly understands Gabe is Sofia, a punk-rocking rebel he meets at the veteran’s hospital. When these three unlikely friends are faced with a serious dilemma, will they do what it takes to save Grandpa? If there’s a chance of preserving the final shreds of Grandpa’s dignity, Gabe may have to make the most gut-wrenching decision of his life—and there’s no way out.”
1) from Personal Essay #2 – “How to Find Yourself Alone”
“Before I got to the top of the stairs my senses were on full alert. By the time I pushed through the door at the end of the hall—Grandpa’s room— I thought for sure my house had been transformed into a sewage treatment plant. The man’s sheets, his pillows, and the majority of the headboard were smeared with a network of brown streaks. It was like my grandfather had done some kind of bizarre, fecal-based finger painting. And then my memories of Mrs. Lockett’s class raged through my brain. Only this time they were sullied. Covered in a putrid, brown film. Grandpa was curled up on the very edge of the bed and his eyes were glistening. Tiny sobs wracked his breathing.
“John, I think you should go home,” I said.
“No.” He didn’t blink. His eyes were steely, unmoving. He had no intention of leaving me to deal with the mess alone. It was vintage John. The boy who’d always had my back. When Tony Milletti stole my favorite Matchbox car back in second grade, John reached into his supply box under the guise of snack time to steal it back. When Billy Rasmussen cornered me like a rat in the sixth grade bathroom and threatened to pound the guts out of me, John stood right there beside me and took a rabbit punch himself. And now, with Grandpa’s room looking like a stall down at Penn Station, he was willing to don the latex gloves and answer the call. But this time I wasn’t sure his help was appropriate. I mean, who wants their best friend standing there when you’re changing your grandfather’s diaper?
“Go home, John.” He didn’t respond. He only took another step closer to the bed and removed a soiled pillowcase from one of Grandpa’s pillows. No gloves. All heart.”
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About Frank Morelli:
FRANK MORELLI has been a teacher, a coach, a bagel builder, a stock boy, a pretzel salesman, a bus driver, a postal employee, a JC Penney model (see: clerk), an actual clerk (like in the movie of the same name), a camp counselor, a roving sports reporter, and a nuclear physicist (okay, maybe that’s not true). At heart, he’s a writer, and that’s all he’s ever been. His fiction and essays have appeared in more than thirty publications, including The Saturday Evening Post, Cobalt Review, Philadelphia Stories, Jersey Devil Press, and Indiana Voice Journal. His sports-themed column—“Peanuts & Crackerjacks”—appears monthly at Change Seven Magazine.
A Philadelphia native, Frank now lives near Greensboro, NC in a tiny house under the trees with his best friend and muse, their obnoxious alley cats, and two hundred pounds worth of dog.
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