A very good friend's mom died this morning. Last Friday was the 7th year anniversary of my father's death. Last week a co-worker's father died. Tomorrow there is a service and I think I will go. If I do, I will cry. And I have no way to sort the tears, it will be just one big puddle in some kleenex.
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Date: 2006-02-23 01:33 am (UTC)I'm in Chicago sorting through things with my dad, both tangible items and feelings, tho most of my feeling sorting is happening internally.
I'm currently plugged into my father's cable modem, and we are both sitting in front of the screens composing messages to concerned others about our loss. it sounds odd, but in fact it is comforting.
at 6 this evening (here) I had the thought that it was time to feed the dogs, so that's how well oriented I am, and I miss them terribly, especially in bed.
more later............