Sunday, March 30, 2014

My Blanket

There is comfort in wrapping myself in a blanket from my parents house.  My mom's love is helping my cold go away.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

My Cold

I would not have told my dad that I have a cold.  He would have told me to drink tea and to gargle.  He also would have insisted I skip work tonight.

I miss withholding things like this from him

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Still Want To Call

It's been six months since my dad died.  Still, whenever I go to the theater, or go to dinner with my husband or friends I forget and go to call him at 7, or a little before.

He liked the good night call.  His nights started nice and early.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

The Apartment

December 16, 2013 marked the day we finished emptying my dad's apartment and turned in the keys.

I have been trying to avoid the area but was forced to drive by when we visited friends in Scarsdale.

It is almost 5 months since he is gone and I still miss him.