A Better Place

I had not mentioned this to you but it’s going into the third week now since my Father’s passing.

I was grateful and happy that my Aunt Velma was the one to call me from Atlanta to give me the news. I took it like a trooper, turned things around and began asking her how she was doing and told her to call me if she needed to talk. Shedding of tears has been less than sparse on my end. I am still numb, still in shock.

One of my best friends in Detroit of 33 years became very upset with me because he did not think I was grieving. Is there a proper way to grieve? I don’t think so, it has to be an individual experience wouldn’t you say? In any event, my friend is disturbed by my calmness and actually found grieving counselors in Georgia and had them call me. I appreciate his concern.

I’d recently received a beautiful strand of pearls and was saving them for a special occasion. I imagined that occasion to be a dinner or theater date. I don’t mind that my first wearing of the pearls was to see my dad off.

I won’t say much more in this post except that I may be ready now to take some real time off of work and I may not post for a while.

You understand I’m sure.