Rumors of My Death

...were apparently started by my five year old twin nephews.

My mother informed me of this last night on the telephone. Apparently, the two of them have been asking "is Aunt Mo is in heaven?" because they haven't seen me in a long time. 158 days to be exact. Which is 7% of the days that they have been here on this planet so far, and they probably don't remember most of those.

My sister thinks this is due in part to their recent curiosity in God, as well as the death of our own aunt last month, their great aunt.

It is not like I am avoiding a visit. I have just been unable to go. Of those 158 days, I have been on-call the last 86 of them, which requires me to stay in close proximity to work, which is too far from where they live to be able to visit while I am on-call. And I will be on-call for at least nine more days (no, I am not counting at all, uh-huh). I have been calling the two of them. But when you are five, it isn't the same.

Four days. In four more days my assistant returns from maternity leave. I will give her time to adjust to being back, and then she can be on-call.

And I will be taking a road trip to put that rumor to rest.

Rumors of My Death

...were apparently started by my five year old twin nephews.

My mother informed me of this last night on the telephone. Apparently, the two of them have been asking "is Aunt Mo is in heaven?" because they haven't seen me in a long time. 158 days to be exact. Which is 7% of the days that they have been here on this planet so far, and they probably don't remember most of those.

My sister thinks this is due in part to their recent curiosity in God, as well as the death of our own aunt last month, their great aunt.

It is not like I am avoiding a visit. I have just been unable to go. Of those 158 days, I have been on-call the last 86 of them, which requires me to stay in close proximity to work, which is too far from where they live to be able to visit while I am on-call. And I will be on-call for at least nine more days (no, I am not counting at all, uh-huh). I have been calling the two of them. But when you are five, it isn't the same.

Four days. In four more days my assistant returns from maternity leave. I will give her time to adjust to being back, and then she can be on-call.

And I will be taking a road trip to put that rumor to rest.

Rumors of My Death

...were apparently started by my five year old twin nephews.

My mother informed me of this last night on the telephone. Apparently, the two of them have been asking "is Aunt Mo is in heaven?" because they haven't seen me in a long time. 158 days to be exact. Which is 7% of the days that they have been here on this planet so far, and they probably don't remember most of those.

My sister thinks this is due in part to their recent curiosity in God, as well as the death of our own aunt last month, their great aunt.

It is not like I am avoiding a visit. I have just been unable to go. Of those 158 days, I have been on-call the last 86 of them, which requires me to stay in close proximity to work, which is too far from where they live to be able to visit while I am on-call. And I will be on-call for at least nine more days (no, I am not counting at all, uh-huh). I have been calling the two of them. But when you are five, it isn't the same.

Four days. In four more days my assistant returns from maternity leave. I will give her time to adjust to being back, and then she can be on-call.

And I will be taking a road trip to put that rumor to rest.

Remind Me

Title: Remind Me
Author:auntmo9 
Rating:PG-13 for mild language
Genre : Gen; Hurt/Comfort
Spoilers: None that I am aware of.
Warnings: This is more angst filled than I am used to writing.  This takes place in the future and there is sick!Dean and has themes of illness, aging and death.
Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Gabriel 
Word Count: 2655
Summary:Dean had spent years taken care of Sam when his was little. Sam figured it was his turn now.

A/N: Based on a lyric prompt/exchange from princess_aleera .  We both wrote fics based on Andrew Peterson's song Dancing in the Minefields. This is mine.  Hers can be found here. All mistakes are mine.

A/N: So this song is mainly about marriage, but large chunks of it, including the chorus and the bridge can also be viewed in the light of friendship, brotherly love (not Wincest), or even agape love and that is the part I focused on for this fic.

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( He supposed turnabout was fairplay. )

Remind Me

Title: Remind Me
Author:auntmo9 
Rating:PG-13 for mild language
Genre : Gen; Hurt/Comfort
Spoilers: None that I am aware of.
Warnings: This is more angst filled than I am used to writing.  This takes place in the future and there is sick!Dean and has themes of illness, aging and death.
Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Gabriel 
Word Count: 2655
Summary:Dean had spent years taken care of Sam when his was little. Sam figured it was his turn now.

A/N: Based on a lyric prompt/exchange from princess_aleera .  We both wrote fics based on Andrew Peterson's song Dancing in the Minefields. This is mine.  Hers can be found here. All mistakes are mine.

A/N: So this song is mainly about marriage, but large chunks of it, including the chorus and the bridge can also be viewed in the light of friendship, brotherly love (not Wincest), or even agape love and that is the part I focused on for this fic.

{C}{C}{C}{C}

( He supposed turnabout was fairplay. )

Remind Me

Title: Remind Me
Author:auntmo9 
Rating:PG-13 for mild language
Genre : Gen; Hurt/Comfort
Spoilers: None that I am aware of.
Warnings: This is more angst filled than I am used to writing.  This takes place in the future and there is sick!Dean and has themes of illness, aging and death.
Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Gabriel 
Word Count: 2655
Summary:Dean had spent years taken care of Sam when his was little. Sam figured it was his turn now.

A/N: Based on a lyric prompt/exchange from princess_aleera .  We both wrote fics based on Andrew Peterson's song Dancing in the Minefields. This is mine.  Hers can be found here. All mistakes are mine.

A/N: So this song is mainly about marriage, but large chunks of it, including the chorus and the bridge can also be viewed in the light of friendship, brotherly love (not Wincest), or even agape love and that is the part I focused on for this fic.

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( He supposed turnabout was fairplay. )