It's a month since my dad died. It still doesn't feel very real to me. It's real. That's not the right explanation. I know it's real. I wish it wasn't. I just don't feel as upset as I did with Mom because I have been doing all this weird work and stuff. Being executrix is odd.
I slept badly last night. I dreamt of transport trucks... with good reason. I know they are dreams saying what i am not saying out loud.
But this morning... the orphans were everywhere when I went walking. Score on that ... woot woot.
These paste ups are orphans. I love them.