When my Dad died, my roommate at the time (we were friendly but not quite friends then) would say "so tell me about your Dad...what's goin' on, how do you feel?" I was just kinda numb, like "umm, I dunno, he was cool...and it sucks..." Then years later I had this big grief meltdown for a month or so. So...feelings go in weird cycles, I guess.
Yeah, just recently, there was about a two week period where I wasn't getting much sleep, and even now I'll catch myself listening for him, and if I'm away from home I'll think about when I'll have to be back, and of course, I don't need to be back anymore.
I moved in with him January 2007 when he broke a hip, and he never really got healthy again. I've just now moved myself and the cat back into my own house. I returned all the medical equipment yesterday and also paid for the funeral and burial. I'm going to be administering his trust and eventually will be selling his house. I don't really feel like blogging about all those things.
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