Here is where we are
I’m still alive… more alive than I’ve been in quite some time really.
Foremost, I made it through Dad’s birthday without any major breakdowns. I thought I would take it harder but really, the only special thing we did on his birthday every year is that I would make him a big pot of potato soup and he would eat nothing but that soup for three days. Yesterday was the breakdown. I had to go over to my parents’ house and get food for the dog since we’d had her for a week as mother went up to my cousin’s house to babysit his kids as he was across the country at a friend’s wedding. Without mother there lighting incense all the time, it really smelled like Dad’s aftershave. I bawled like a dipshit as I sat in his favorite chair and even hugged the stupid thing as if I were hugging him. Eloric asked what was wrong when I got back but I wouldn’t tell him. He knew anyway.
My stitches finally disintegrated without proper removal. Yeah, should have had them taken out but we were snowed in every time I had an appointment.
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