There’s so many calls you have to make when somebody passes away. I’m glad my dad’s letting me do some of this because it is pretty gut-wrenching. I’m finding that you’re met with kindness and compassion or irreverence. The compassion make me cry and the perceived irreverence kinda pisses me off.
I finished all the thank you notes today and I love the picture of you on the notes. Andy told me that’s the memory I would have of my mom and he was right. Though the picture I have in my head and my heart of you passing away is your life ravaged body, and it makes me sad but also a picture I am not ready give up because I feel connected to you in that picture.
The Beech House 