My day
So...day one of the funeral process is over. Visitation was okay and I saw a lot of my dad's friends. Dad is having a hard time, but who would not be if they found their mom kneeling next to her hospital bed, purple and icy cold to the touch. God, why did it have to be my dad? Why couldn't it be a hospice worker or someone prepared for this? He is not himself at all. Tomorrow is it. I think he is going to walk away from the family and tell them to go fuck themselves. We no longer need to be with them. His brothers are total cockbites. The other side of the family - my great uncle's kids all live in albequrque (I have no idea how to spell it right) My dad loves them and maybe we need to go visit down there for a bit. I dunno. I had a very odd experience last night at about 3 a.m. I woke up and could not get back to sleep so I came in the computer room where I have some old photos of my great aunties. All of the sudden there was a very thick smell of perfume. I had spent most of the night alone and crying because my favorite relatives are all gone....well this smell was something that my grandmother or my great aunts would have worn years ago. I picked the photos up and they all smelled like it. I went to bed sniffing my hand because the smell was so strong. This morning I woke up and checked my email and actually picked the photos up and smelled them. No smell. I even told dad and made him sniff them. He thinks I am crazy, as does my hubby. It is okay, I have weird things happening to me now.....maybe it is just stress and pms.
At least my car is clean.
At least my car is clean.