Monday I buried my father.
Monday afternoon my family was in turmoil and now who knows. I guess Mom and Dad were the glue…
Tuesday I came back home to Jacksonville. I received a letter from my sister who no longer wants to have any contact with me. Things were said that I don’t know if I can ever get past. On the flight down I looked over at Jerry and could feel my heart getting lighter as we got closer to home.
Wednesday my family was an episode of cops….Glad I wasn’t there to witness it.
Thursday I felt bad for the family. It will never be whole again.
Today has been quiet. I needed this, I slept most of it away. Tonight I’m going out with friends for dinner.