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)