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So, tomorrow is Thanksgiving and once again I am making the deviled eggs. It's a good thing I like them so much....it makes peeling them worth it.
Matt came over tonight and we both made meatballs for the first time. Actually Matt made them...I just told him what to put in them. They were pretty good, too. Then we went to the grocery store and drove around for a while. We talked about life, relationships, Dad, etc. He told me that he broke up with his girlfriend, and I listened....well, and maybe gave a LITTLE advice. :)
It has hit me hard this week, missing Dad. I'm weepy, grumpy, intolerant of other people's minor complaints. Yesterday morning...out of nowhere...I picked up my cell phone while driving to work to call Dad. That was our morning routine...I'd call on my way to work and make sure he was up and that his blood sugar was ok. When I realized what I was doing, it made me so sad I almost turned around and went back home. But then I realized, maybe that was Dad's way of saying HI to me...so I cheered up. This whole thing is so surreal, I'm not sure I've fully accepted the fact that he's gone. Maybe you never do. Maybe in 20 years from now I'll one day accidentally dial his number to tell him some trivial thing that happened to me that day...not remembering that he's gone. You know what? I hope so.
Matt came over tonight and we both made meatballs for the first time. Actually Matt made them...I just told him what to put in them. They were pretty good, too. Then we went to the grocery store and drove around for a while. We talked about life, relationships, Dad, etc. He told me that he broke up with his girlfriend, and I listened....well, and maybe gave a LITTLE advice. :)
It has hit me hard this week, missing Dad. I'm weepy, grumpy, intolerant of other people's minor complaints. Yesterday morning...out of nowhere...I picked up my cell phone while driving to work to call Dad. That was our morning routine...I'd call on my way to work and make sure he was up and that his blood sugar was ok. When I realized what I was doing, it made me so sad I almost turned around and went back home. But then I realized, maybe that was Dad's way of saying HI to me...so I cheered up. This whole thing is so surreal, I'm not sure I've fully accepted the fact that he's gone. Maybe you never do. Maybe in 20 years from now I'll one day accidentally dial his number to tell him some trivial thing that happened to me that day...not remembering that he's gone. You know what? I hope so.