Mom and I went to decorate Dad's grave today. Put up spring flowers and took down the roses that mom called "winter". The wind was blowing so fiercely we wonder if the flowers will stay put in the vase. Mom stuffed them with some paper and we will hope for the best. We drove around then and looked at all the graves. I actually like our cematary. It's quite old with some really neat old tombstones.
Dad is gone now almost 9 months. I remember the awfulness of it all in waves. There was good too. Lots of good. I never spent so much time with Dad until the last two years of his life. I'm glad we were able to keep Dad at home. It was hard, but why must everything be easy.