August 27, 2017
My father died Friday night. I am here in Ohio waiting for my children to arrive, to possibly overwhelm my sister and mother, to attend the funeral. It is quiet just now, the calm before the storm. They say my father was talking to his father in his dreams before he died. The nurses at the nursing home say this is a common thing, for patients to talk to dead relatives just before they go. I wonder who will come to talk with me. They say my grandmother ushered many relatives to the other side. I should go socialize now.