The process

We all continue to mourn the loss of my dad. It comes across me in waves, which my friends tell me is normal. Whatever that is.
Most of the time I'm fine, but at odd times, like when I'm driving around town, I am awash in grief. For Daddy's memorial service I made a slide show thing and I've seen it a hundred times. While I was making it and sometimes when I just want to feel closer to him and I want to see his face, I watch it. Tonight was the first time I was not a bawling mess when I watched it. Yeah, I wept a bit, but didn't totally fall apart. I guess this is part of the process. It'll never end, just get softer, I think.
If you want to see it, click here www.dorrways.com/clydeharris and click on the little thingie below photo gallery. I wish I knew when this gets easier - I guess it never does.