It feels bizarre how time goes slow/fast through our lives. It seems like there has been a lot of time since my dad died and where I am now. And yet, it was only a little over two months ago. A little over two months ago when I last talked to him. A little over two months ago I was on the most strange and sad and nice road trip with my brother to North Carolina. A trip that started out to see a dying father and ended up being a trip to comfort a new widow and make arrangements for our dad.
Since that trip, since my dad has been gone...life itself has not stopped. We have had adversity, we have had summer school, new jobs, vacations to Cape Cod...new living room furniture, doctor appointments and various other annoyances and joys.
During all of these life moments, there has been a brief pause in my brain when I was like "oh dad would like this" or "I should tell dad about that"...and the new realty sunk in again.
