It will be 2 weeks tomorrow since my dad died. At times, the days have dragged. Other days, they have ended before I knew they started. I spent the first week after his death making phone calls and running errands. I was wired and had so much to do. Between going to the mortuary, putting an obituary in the paper back in MI, designing prayer cards and service folders, planning the memorial service here (with my daughter), planning the service back in MI (still doing that), calling people, notifying appropriate companies/services about his death, gathering information for survivor benefits for his wife, talking with social security and veteran's administration... it all kept me very busy. I still have things to do, but they can wait.
I went to my support group the Thursday after... here I was, at the end of my care giving journey, and there were 3 new people at the meeting at the beginning of theirs.
We had a memorial service this past Monday at our church here. It was so nice...the readings we picked were perfect, the music was beautiful (my kids), and many friends of ours were there to help us celebrate my dad's life - even though most of them had never even met him. I thank them all for their support. I tried to do a eulogy - I had been working on it every evening last week. I made it 1/2 way through before I was rescued by the deacon. My very ugly crying face was up front and center. My words were read, even though they weren't in my voice.
I haven't cooked much, haven't slept much, haven't done too much since then. Outings to eat, went to a casino, saw a movie - they've been distracting. I miss my dad a lot. I know 2 weeks isn't long enough to grieve. When will this feel better? I'll just have to wait and see -
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