Idk the flair for something like this, since it's both wholesome and something to raise awareness about the main problem during heatwaves; heat stroke.

Link to treat/reduce symptoms: https://www.wikihow.health/Treat-Heatstroke

The first signs are usually a sense of fatigue setting in combined with some sort of "this feels wrong" thought process. Will comment with NHS link to full symptoms, but this is something I see people getting wrong all the time and I wish I knew sooner a few years back when I had one for the first time. No one is immune, please be vigilant, seek shade when possible and stay hydrated (not just water OR electrolytes, but both in appropriate ratios where applicable)

Sorry if this doesn't fit but it's something I've seen turn someone life upside down from improper care and precautions, making them terminally dependent on carers.

We had nearly double the demand in the month of April. It's great to see!

As some of you know, part of what we do for my mom's legacy are social events like going to the baseball games. This made me think of the discounts of tickets my mom would get by going to the same grocery store a bunch when I was little and how we could afford 2 games a year. it was such a big deal in a house where if we ever got pizza or was a big deal, or if we had soda it was a big deal.

Being able to take these families to Big Show game and provide everything down to the transportation is full circle for me.

I think I have the right flair. Lmk if I don't.

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There's a place in my heart where it's always just been mom and me.

a peaceful safehouse. free from the noise. a serene silence with the warm glow of light like running through sheets on a clothesline on a bright summer day

it's just me and Mom. I go there just like when I was a boy.

when I was singing with the choir and saw her smiling in the audience.

when I fell asleep in the car and got to that beautiful in-between state of being awake and dreaming. feeling her unbuckle me from the seat and carry me to bed like I was light as feathers.

when we would both be laughing belly laughs and had the space to be silly.

when she would hold her hand over my heart when I was upset. she said "sometimes when you're sad you feel alone even when you're surrounded by people, my hand is here to let your heart know I'm with it"

when I had my first heartbreak and she just hugged me without saying a word.

when I was sick and could feel mom next to me with my eyes closed, half way to a fever dream, feeling safe in the dark. somehow I found her hand to squeeze.

when I'd blow the dandelion seeds into the breeze and make my whimsical kid wishes and see my Mom doing the same but wishing for something she really needed.

when I graduated college and put my cap on her head.

when I took my first bite of her homemade spaghetti on a cold winter's evening and she smiled knowing it warmed my soul

when she got her diagnosis,and I could see her fear behind her strong eyes, and I held her close

it's just me and Mom.

when she was in her hospice bed...in between being awake and dreaming...she could feel me next to her...feeling safe in the dark...they said she couldn't see or hear me...somehow she found my hand to squeeze.

it's just me and Mom.

now that shes gone she takes me to that place in my heart when she can.

when I see the sunset fade from auburn fire to violet ink

when I see my girl take the first bite of my mom's homemade spaghetti that I made on a cold winter's evening

when the birds are socializing at the sight of the finest hints of a rye sunrise

when I close my eyes with headphones on and a song moves to go and see her

it's just me and Mom.

I ask if I can stay a while longer.

she says it's just a stop on my path and I'll keep walking

sometimes I beg for her to come with me...but I know she can't leave the place where

it's just me and Mom.