Another aftermath
I still haven't shed a tear. I don't know what this means. When I mentioned this on the phone last night to Joyce, a close friend of Mom's, she said it's normal to feel numb, but I don't feel numb either. I simply enjoyed the opportunity to spend some days with Dad, and introduce my dear Danny to Poplar Bluff and a few family friends and relatives. Happiness is what Mom would want for us. Still, I fear the ball will drop at some awkward moment, catching me in the midst of life when I must carry on normally, as if nothing had happened.
The obituary, which was published in the Windsor Star, also appears online with a guest book.
The weather could hardly have been more beautiful for this time of year. Yesterday our friends the MacEwans and Almonds joined us for lunch. In the afternoon we walked far along the Lake Erie ice with Duncan Almond and his sister, Nicky, whom I have known since childhood.
This afternoon, on the drive home, we stopped to visit Aunt Carol. She hit it off with Danny immediately, and began planning activities to include him. I knew she would, but the reality moved me deeply.
We returned safely to Guelph this evening, despite getting stopped just minutes between a huge fiery crash on Highway 401. Danny caught the bus to Toronto. Letting him go was harder than usual, but I am well.
