I am certain that I have many more things going on in my life than discussing the death of my Daddy. I just haven't found them yet. I'm still not comfortable around crowds. In fact, I'd rather just sit home. I am doing things one at a time.
Today I hooked up our new printer/copier (it's wireless) and I was glad to get that done. And then, well, I read and played scrabble. I just don't seem to have my groove back. I really do want to get back to what I once thought was normal, but I'm not even sure what normal is any more.
I don't feel like eating much - in fact at all. I have lost 25 pounds, and that's a good bit. But, I was overweight anyway. Right?
I think about things I want to call Daddy and tell him every day, several times a day. I talk to him, but it's a one-way conversation. I know that he's up there, watching, rooting for me, and I'll get there. It just takes time. Sigh!