August 31, 2017
It has now been nearly a week since my father died. I realize there is nothing unique about my experience or my own intermittent and sudden bouts of grief. I called my mother today, my daily phone call. She was not answering, most likely her red flip phone abandoned on the snack bar while she wandered off. I called my son Tom who was still there with my sister to see if he had seen her. He was at the grocery store with her and with Georgia Ann, one of the great granddaughters. I imagined them climbing into the SUV.