haven't felt much like posting

On September 9, 2004, my wonderful father lost his five year battle to cancer. He had esophageal cancer that returned and spread to his lungs. My mom, sister, and I were with him when he passed.

I’m still just devastated. I think about my little elf Daddy every day. But I’m getting better, I’m only crying a half dozen times a day now.

But I just feel pretty empty.

I sleep but I don’t rest.

I’m just walking around going through the motions.

The older boys went to the funeral and I am amazed at how well they did.

Last week “Granddaddy” was M’s proper noun of choice during last week’s First language Lessons.

We listen to a lot of Johnny Cash, Pasty Cline, and Blue Grass Gospel. We call it Granddaddy’s music.