Missed my high school fifteen year reunion today. Oh darn.
Dad's memorial service is tomorrow. Relatives I've been avoiding for years. Mom's coming, as it seems fitting, given she was married to the man for twenty-some years.
If anyone gives her grief I will rip their heads off. Not metaphorically.
I feel vaguely guilty about dad…I think I've just got grief overload this year after my rabbits both passed. I know the comparison seems ludicrous, but for the last decade of my life, my rabbits were a bigger part than my dad was. I was very very angry at him for a very long time, but I would never have wished this on him. I wish I could have seen him one more time. But I left Arizona in June knowing that if that was the last time I saw my dad, at least we parted on good terms. I would've liked one more opportunity to say goodbye, though.
So tomorrow I go and say goodbye to dad, although he's not anywhere that he can hear it.
And then I go out drinking at the local tiki bar with some coworkers, because I need the distraction.
And Monday I go to the dentist. How's that for harshing any mellow the tiki bar might bring?
Fool To Cry by The Rolling Stones from Forty Licks (Rating: 0)
El chupacabra tomó mis pantalones
el Jesús grande de la mantequilla