Tuesday, July 12
I just put the invitations in the mail, ones I wish I didn’t need to send. They are for the memorial service we can finally have for Dad, who passed away at the end of March, 2020 (not from Covid, ironically). Although I’m not quite done, a large stack went in today’s mail.
Before that I called people to find out who is still around to be invited to the Celebration of Life/Memorial service.
Before that I made lists from Mom’s phone book, lingering over her unmistakable cursive, muttering that she didn’t note when people died.
Before that (yesterday, in fact) I opened the box of invitations that my sister made, marveling at how I can be simultaneously happy and sad.
Before that I froze the three kinds of cookies I made for the memorial service: applesauce, oatmeal raisin and sugar cookies. (The chocolate chip will be made later.) All his favorites.
Before that I wiped away the tears when Greg said my dad would have loved the cookies I made. That’s my grief this week- happy and sad.