hrmmm

I sort of wish mom weren't so set on getting rid of all dad's stuff so quickly. I feel like its just part of him we could hang on to. I know it's lame, but even his stupid books which I made fun of him about every chance i got...they're so quintessentially dad that getting rid of them is like getting rid of his....spirit that's still around the house. I really wish she'd stop. I mean, i get it, but i wish she wouldn't.

I don tblog about dad much, because I don't want to seem like i'm dwelling and I dont want drudging up bad thoughts, but i can't help it right now....i'm on the verge of tears right now. i have to hold it together.