every day its the same -
or rather every day is the same - sort of a blur for me
the last 9 days
they all run into each other
today was the first day i actually got out of the house
to do something non funeral related
( not really )
my job it seems is to make sure everyone gets fed and to rotate all
of the food people are bringing over.
[ first in first out ]
but it's very strange to try and find a suitable picture
for my dad's funeral booklet.
we found one for his obituary.
but this is - i don't know sort of different.
oh one other thing - i am sleeping in the room
where he died - sort of comforting, sort of spooky
because everyone believes that he is still in the house
messing with the electricity - showing us what needs to be replaced
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