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.

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

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.

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.

The Cold

I think of this freezing cold weather and my dad lying outside for eternity.

I hope there is no cold in death.

Invaluable Items

A plastic mixing bowl, an old ratty sweatshirt and a pair of snow boots are just some of the items saved from my parents and my in-laws.  Monetarily they are worth nothing.  In my heart, everything. Food mixed in the bowl tastes better.  I am warmer in my dad's old rag and my feet stay dryer in these boots.

Another Death

My sister-in-law passed away this morning.  We are with my niece helping her decide what to do.

I can't bring myself to make phone calls.  Probably going to do a cremation and a memorial service.

It is hard.