Speaking of Roots
Yesterday was interesting. Considering that it was the anniversary of her death - things remained fairly calm. An anxiety attack first thing in the morning wasn’t anticipated or welcome. Not to mention unusual. But considering the circumstances, I suppose that I shouldn’t be surprised. Thankfully it didn’t last.
K and I had a massage in the morning (I would give up new shoes to repeat that event every week). Lunch was at my favorite Italian eatery and an afternoon of shopping was postponed in favor of a 3-hour nap. That giant Bellini at lunch was the culprit behind that change in plans.
Emotional circumstances + 30-minute massage + large, delicious lunch + giant Bellini = The best slumber a girl could ask for.
Dad and C came to spend time with us last night, to help divide the burden of reliving the past year without her, I’m sure. It’s interesting because his window of time here consisted of only about 5 hours. With the drive being almost 2 hours each way and him leaving this morning to drive 4 hours to Shreveport LA for work - well I was impressed by his dedication to show comfort and support. It’s always odd and slightly uncomfortable spending time with him, without her by his side to act as a buffer. He’s a tad whiny and slightly selfish, while she made things more fun by just showing up. I worry that I don’t call him enough, and he always helps to multiply that anxiety. But, I know how he feels. He depended on her even more than the rest of us. His strength over the past 12 months has made me proud. Maybe my Dad is finally growing up….
