2025 06 29 – A Day in the Life

Chicken 'n Dumplings
Chicken ‘n Dumplings

So we learned today that my Father lived a super blessed life growing up where no curse words were heard or beers were drunk in public.

Here’s cut ‘n paste:

My Father took me to this movie at 15/16 years of age. Nothing was spoken of the language in this feature. However, it almost came blasting from my mind and through my mouth (over the tongue), “Welcome to the 21st century buddy.”

Getting dinner for Mother.
Getting dinner for Mother.

Jenny, Steve, Billy, Mickey and W. Steve our prayers go out to you for comfort with the passing of Aunt Sandra (at this time alive).

Sivaady

2025 06 11 – A Day in the Life

Six Feet Ain’t So Far Down!

In a recent work event I stood to gain a nice little attaboy. Then steps beyond my control were taken to change that outcome if not addressed. Upon addressing the items, the original outcome was returned to it’s correct and rightful state.

I live alone in the world right now taking care of my elderly parents, who for the most part are low maintenance the majority of the time. *grin* My soulmate is across county living alone with her very high maintenance elderly parent.

Einstein is my tiny buddy, tea cup Yorkie (< 2#) – we thought we were getting a regular Yorkie, but life has her twist four shore. His butt needed some serious attention with cleaning and trimming. Therefore upon returning home this evening, I took care of matters. He’s much happier now. We have pending thunderstorms, North American South East in the Summer go figure, for the evening; hence, I let Maggie, Einstein, and Luci come in early. Since I gave my little buddy a major traumatic life happening, I wanted to treat him with some canned food instead of the regular dry. I had to stay alert the whole time he was eating to make sure the bitches (Maggie and Luci) would not steal from him. Maggie thanked me with a huge turd in the laundry room. As Aimee and I say, “No good deed goes unpunished.”

The Colonel came out as I was sitting down to the computer desk, so I shared my life event of the early morning. No “attaboy” from him only the “how dare you speak that way to your higher ups you’ll be fired!” *rolls eyes* People say I’m a pessimist but I get it honestly, my blood type is B-Negative. Man, let’s change subject moving to Aimee’s day’s events which got the reply that sideswiped the fuck out of me and no I’ma not share. I got up from my seat saying, “I can’t listen to this right now, sorry I bothered you,” and headed outside to my shed.

Einstein 2025 06 11
Einstein 2025 06 11

Mother and I are watching TCM together right now with it muted to not bother the Colonel’s rest time. Hell, I can’t hear at my age and he’s bitch’n about the sound two rooms and one wall away being too loud at 10 out of 100 I could only wish my ears worked without aides half that good. And, that is why we watch streaming with it muted 90% of the time in the living room before 22:00. It must be between 19:00 to 20:00 and then quite time is enforced.

Muted Streaming
Muted Streaming

God bless. Remember always, “Do the next nice thing.”

To Brian Wilson that gave us all such good vibrations.

2025 06 05 – A Day in the Life

Mom & Hot Wings June 05, 2025
Mom & Hot Wings June 05, 2025

OhMyGoodness it rained as bad as a double cunted cow pissing on a flat rock once I got home. Actually right before pulling into the carpad. Maggie was hiding under the chair in the shed not wanting to come out. Who could blame her as @ 2 inches of water covering the whole backyard when I dashed out to the shed to enjoy the nature. The nature won, I retreated with a terrorized dog back into our home.

Dinner was Tyson (Family Sized) Hot Wings for two.

2025 06 04 – A Day in the Life

Five Finger Death Punch – Gone Away
Original song: “Gone away” by The Offspring from the album IXNAY ON THE HOMBRE (1997)
Posted: Dec 22, 2017

“…
And it feels,
and it feels like
Heaven is so far away! …”

“… so far away … “

Day 114

20250214_1657 Timothy and Daniel Last Time Together

Last time together. Till we gather again.

“… far away, far away. Heaven’s so far away.”

The Boys

The Boys

Cochrans in Farmville, North Carolina May 25, 2013

Cochrans in Farmville, North Carolina May 25, 2013

Cochran Gathering June 3, 2012 Daniel, Timothy, Christopher, and Steve

Cochran Gathering June 3, 2012 Daniel, Timothy, Christopher, and Steve

Revelation 21:4

And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.”

2025 06 01 – A Day in the Life

Timothy & Molly Cochran June 2, 2023 Regionals in Virginia

@ Conway, South Carolina

Spring Brooks hosted the National DI Baseball Regionals this weekend.

2025 06 01 Champions Conway Regional NCAA

CCU 1 -v- ECU 0

Timothy & Molly Cochran June 2, 2023 Regionals in Virginia
Timothy & Molly @ Regionals 2023 to see ECU play.

It’s been 110 days since my dear brother got to Heaven before me. I always thought we would go together at the calling. (This is an enlargement of a phone picture of the workstation’s screen image of the ECU v Oklahoma 14 to 5; ECU Victory). This is why the victory of my college was less’ned on my psyche (aka soul). I kept thinking that Timothy would have really enjoyed the games with his older brother, but we had to share in spirit-only.

I got out of my shell a bit this weekend with talking to folks in purple. Since they have been my “pull-for” team since early childhood. Dad was Buccaneer 1962 and my youngest brother that has disowned me and my family got his Master of English at East Carolina University.

It’s a shame I cannot mention or say anything about my work place, but I’ve been called into HR before; and, don’t care to give them any reason to “release me of my duties” prior to retirement like Wells Fargo did to my wife with only two months left for twenty years. Q-( Mentioning that I never heard from “120” about the upcoming “games” didn’t surprise me at all. Our outstanding Associate Director, Network & Telecommunication Services Information Technology Services was organizing coverage for the games prior to “gameday.” It is on assumption that I’ll cover any Athletics, National Events, and all Major Media Events if needed by our I********* T******* D******* for a local University.

It is on to Omaha, Nebraska after a little trip to Auburn University this coming weekend.

Coastal Carolina University Baseball Team 2025. Go Chants!


2025 05 18 – A Day in the Life

It has been a lazy day Sunday resting in the backyard.

Mom isn’t getting up and the bed is in need of drying out. Dad caiters to her with food and more water while ignoring the mess. I try and fix it to only be met with grief from mom and resistance from dad in “hurting her feelings. “

So me and the dogs sit outside enjoying the fresh air and steady breeze.

God bless

2025 05 12 – A Day in the Life

Ain’t No Sunshine

Bill Withers

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
It’s not warm when she’s away
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And she’s always gone too long
Anytime she’s goes away

Wonder this time where she’s gone
Wonder if she’s gone to stay
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home
Anytime she goes away

And I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know
Hey, I ought to leave young thing alone
But ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone, whoa, whoa

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Only darkness every day
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home
Anytime she goes away

Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away

Written by: Bill Withers

Album: The Ultimate Collection

Released: 2017

Lyrics provided by Musixmatch

I’m tired of living with my wife across town being abused by the person that made her early years in Raleigh a nightmare at times. Those nightmares are there more than not at this point in Viva’s life. Aimee is doing her best with the 70×70 that Christ told us as an example of long suffering.

God bless

P.S. We miss you Timothy!

P.S.S A Female in the house had an accident which required the Horry Paramedics to assist. What wonderful fellows. God bless.

2025 05 11 – A Day in the Life

Happy Hallmark Holiday aka “Mother’s Day.”

It’s actually Anthony Fauci’s 90th day not in jail or hanging from a tree for murdering my brother, Timothy Cochran.

Viva is a raving lunatic stealing my wife from me so she can have a human to torture until they die like she has done to four other humans in her life. She’s basically demon possessed.

Aimee is miserable having to deal with it 24/7/365. Because every time she tries to call me or visit, the beast attacks and presses every raw/worn-out button on Aimee and sets her off with more of life’s pain and misery. It’s sad to be trapped here looking after my two mentally failing parents. Mother laid in the bed all day and still hasn’t gotten up because Father waits on her feeding her, bringing her drink and ignoring the festering cesspool the mattress has become since Christmas when they arrived unplanned for forever. The dogs require as much attention as the parents less the floor is swamped with Maggie’s crap and piss. Which in turn causes the other two to piss on her messes to prove they are the male of the bitch creating the pile/puddle.

And through it all, stfc wants me to grind that “game” out for 15 fucking hours straight.

Here is the latest from poor Tracy and the girls. I miss him too greatly. I so want to call and have someone to talk to about this current scene, but I have to let Christ know and ask him to let Timothy know. But thank goodness there are no tears in Heaven so they say.

God bless

Timothy’s CaringBridge | Saturday 05 10 2025

By Tracy Cochran

The original (we’ve found out you may have issues with “signing on”); therefore, we copy ‘n pasted here.

Tracy Cochran

May 10, 2025

Saturday, May 10, 2025

It has been three months since Timothy, my “sweet”, has died. It still feels foreign to type those words, to check off “widow” in a little box to update my accounts…I always think, “How is this even my life now?” With Mother’s Day tomorrow, such a blessed day, a beautiful spring day to come…and yet. The absence seems to grow heavier, more acute, and yet foggier too. I still wonder where he is, still wonder what our life would be like if that awful Sunday morning in February had never happened. My thoughts then turn to the news we received a few days before February 10th…news I kept from CaringBridge just until, or so I thought, we received an actual prognosis, a time frame, more information. Nuanced bits of updates that I had gotten days before Timothy was extubated, slowly returning to the man I married in so many miraculous ways. News I was able to stumble through, gasping and questioning mentally and spiritually through those long lonely days in the ICU…Timothy was diagnosed with a very aggressive brain cancer, Glioblastoma. It, most likely, would have carried a sentence of maybe 12-18 months to live. This would be in spite of chemo and radiation which we were already starting to anticipate, the logistics of caring for him and what would happen to our girls when I would have to focus so much of my time, not with them and on them, but on their failing “hero” dad. The financial worries, the stress of not knowing how my stubborn independent non-compliant stoic sarcastic man would respond to medication and limitations and indecency and invasion of chemicals that could very much make the short – so short!! – time he had remaining horrible and debilitating. While I knew he would never be able to go back to work at his school home…heck, would not be able to even drive himself as he would be on seizure precautions (a very real threat), he died never fully knowing this would be the case. That is such a balm to my wounded soul. So, when I refer to God’s kindnesses, that is a very big one on my very long list. He could have had a seizure while driving – he had just spent that Saturday – his/our last day of “normal”, in Roanoke with the girls. He commuted 40 minutes west on I-64 to Alleghany High School every work morning and evening. So many kindnesses…even in the midst of horror and sadness and loss. It is only by faith that I am able to grasp these threads of comfort even now, some days seeing them more clearly than others.

What I never knew about grief: that you are always two halves of a person…the “before” and the “after” person. Time has both stopped and keeps moving forward regardless of how I feel, of what I must do. That in one second your life changes and you are both overwhelmed by paperwork and “to do” lists and stress and thoughts of “why me?”…to praising the God who gives and takes away. That in spite of how much time that passes I will always miss him, always think of something to share with him, always regret not asking him more of how I should hold things together once he was no longer here. He was the only one with whom I shared our honeymoon, who was with me when both girls were born (thanks, Miss Molly, for being born so precipitously in our bedroom and to our Piper Peanut for keeping us on our toes that April Fool’s Day!), when 9/11 happened and so many normal boring days of our 27 wedded years. We were married for 15 years before we were blessed with our babies – so many years for two lives to become entangled.

If I’ve learned anything it is this – prepare. Buy life insurance, cancer insurance – if you need it, you will be so so thankful God has provided. Know your accounts even if you do not handle your daily bills. Don’t assume you will always be healthy. Keep all your important papers, passwords together. Have that weird surreal conversation about wishes of the end-of-life, funerals, burial vs cremation, wills and beneficiaries. I was so wrapped up with taking one moment at a time, with thoughts of “Let’s get through this hurdle” that I never got to ask Timothy so many things. You always hear people say that life is precious, can change in an instant…it feels almost cliche to write. So easy to think, “I can’t imagine…!” and in the next breathe say quietly to yourself, “Glad that is not my life.” Most death is unexpected…if you think about it. Even on hospice…it is almost always too soon, never wanted. Maybe you are tired of seeing your loved ones hurt, detiorate, change – but you are never ever prepared for the after. You will never go back to the “pre” you. You will always be missing that puzzle piece whether you are spouse, sibling, in-law, friend, co-worker or neighbor. That piece (peace) has vanished and will never be replaced.

On this eve of my 1st Mother’s Day without my children’s father, I feel so many emotions – hope, fear, emptiness, new opportunities, strength and need and loss. We are still searching for our next step, each day putting what seems like excruciating baby steps into our next chapter. So many of you still serve me, surprise me, support me, in little and overwhelmingly big ways. Each one so appreciated. So many prayers still said when I find myself unable to mutter anything at all to the God of heaven and earth. Thank you so much. As difficult as each day continues to be, despite the ways my life and roles have changed against my will, with the way ahead still murky – we have until August when our lease runs out to find a safe new more affordable pet-friendly home – I cannot fathom my way through it all without you, my supportive community that surrounds us so tenderly. God has richly blessed us, putting each one of you in place in preparation for February, for today and beyond.

I will close with a few of my favorite verses that I am holding close right now:

Romans 15:13

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.

Hebrews 6:19

We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure.

**A note before these last verses – if you have never been to the chapel of Carilion Rockbridge Community Hospital on the 3rd floor, I challenge you to go. My visit brought these verses to mind so vividly!**

Psalm 121:1-2

I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.

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God bless!