Dreary and drizzly, today we're on the road to Delaware to help my mom get ready for my dad's memorial service on Saturday.
What, did I forget to mention here that my dad died? Yeah, so ... that happened September 22nd. It sucked. We were able to make things as comfortable and in-line with Dad's wishes as possible, which didn't make the decisions any easier or more fun to deal with. He's been gone for more than a month and we're still getting blindsided by stuff on a regular basis, because that's how grief works. Normal, but unpleasant.
We scheduled the memorial service far in advance, and on a weekend, so that as many people as possible would be able to come.
Then there was a Frankenstorm, which screwed up power and transportation on the whole East Coast, so we have no idea how many people will actually be able to attend the service. If there are only 10 of us there, there's going to be a lot of food left over after the reception. Cake for everyone!
(Complete side note - when my mother and I were killing time in the hospital during my dad's final illness, somehow the pain scale came up in conversation, and I took great glee in sharing this blog post with my mom: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/02/boyfriend-doesnt-have-ebola-probably.html . Our particular favorite ratings were,"4: Huh. I never knew that about giraffes." vs. "4: My pain is not fucking around." Sometimes a good snorting laugh is really, really necessary.)
Anyway, I'm just checking in to let you know that, a) I'm still here, even though I mostly post on Facebook nowadays, and b) I'm going to be here a lot this month, so set your blog readers to check in on me, and guilt me into it if it looks like I'm going to miss a day!
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