May 17, 2007 23:00
It has been two years and a day since my father passed away. I knew it was coming up, and was mindful of the day, but it's hard to talk about it, so I kept it to myself. I think mom and I have entered a new phase of the grief process, because we didn't cry. That sounds cold, but for a while, we had tears almost every day. Days became weeks, and then months, and now, two years. We've all gone through a lot of changes in that time, and it's still one day at a time, but we're still here. I have hope for the future.
One reason I didn't mention this at work, it was co-worker Harold's 57th birthday. He was up with the boss, working on the '56 Bel Air wagon the boss is restoring. This was in lieu of other work, as the brand-new, $14,000 machine that bends the rods needs a little bit of plumbing work on the hydraulics.
In other news, I had gotten my old '48 Packard cleaned out last week, and called the guy who was buying it from me so he could come and haul it off. He showed up with the money, and a guy with a trailer and a hefty winch. I'm losing money on the deal, because I got the same $1000 for it that I paid for it 12 years ago, and with inflation, I am losing about 25%, but it was more than I had been offered previously. More rainy-day money, and hopefully I can hold onto it for a while longer!