This day is almost over.
I tried not to think about it.
I tried not to think about who wasn't here.
Something positive: because of the frost a few nights ago, all the plants on the front porch are gone now. They were all from the funeral. I didn't realize how much I hated looking at those plants. I didn't know it would be such a relief not to have them there, reminding me ...
Isn't that ridiculous? Maybe so, but true nonetheless.
And isn't it odd that I miss my mother so much more than my dad, when I was always closer to Dad? Maybe because she leaned more heavily on me after his passing and now I miss the weight. I miss her calling to ask what day it was, when we were coming to visit, telling me what the cats did and what she thought about the neighbors.
She always called on holidays we weren't together. She didn't call today.