Well, F**kuary is over and I took an extra day to get past
it since it threw an extra day at me this year. I have been home for a couple
of weeks now, working and, most importantly, being with Carlos and the cats,
and relaxing as I can.
Although my father went quite quickly, after being given the
“six months to live” prognosis, he left things quite orderly so sorting through
the estate and the probate and such should go quite smoothly. Dad was a lot of
things and organized was high on the list.
I have stopped getting teary-eyed every time someone says, ‘Sorry
for your loss,’ so that’s a step. I did get weepy when the death certificates
arrived because, even though I was by his side when he passed, this makes it
all seem more real. That and the fact that I keep telling myself things I have
to tell my Dad on our phone chats we had before he left us.
And I want to say again that all of your kind thoughts and
words really meant a lot to me and my family. The cards and such that arrived
were very sweet and kind and appreciated.
My brother and I have made an agreement on how to split the
state; he really wants to live in my Dad’s house—he and his wife love the area—while
I, at this time, have little to no desire to visit there again.
In the last four or five years, except for a couple of times
that Carlos and I went out for a visit, my Dad’s house was where I went because
he had his knee replaced and needed help; he had his ankle replaced and needed
help; he had heart surgery; he had health scares; he died. For me, the house
doesn’t hold a lot of happy memories for me and I feel no happy connection to
it.
My father was cremated and his ashes will be spread out to
sea along the Oregon coast in the same area where my mother’s ashes were spread
after she passed, so in my heart they are together as they should be.
This is a quick post just to say Thanks … again … and let
you know that some semblance of posting will begin tomorrow … The Funny Papers …
and though things will be haphazard in the coming weeks I am trying to get back
into it. Sometimes I feel like I can’t do this any longer and other times I
feel like I need to, so it’ll be a challenge.
But I will be commenting again and stopping in to say Hello … |