I was mentally composing a paeon to The Feast of St. Markdown's - a moveable festival centered around deeply discounted post-holiday items. I was also - possibly - going to write about the play I'm coproducting, and starting a mental draft of a eulogy for my Dad.
But my father died yesterday. So that draft needs to get completed. It's nNot at all unexpected, as this implies. Though I was half expecting him to hang on for another weary decade.
Pretty wracking nonetheless. There are a kazillion practical things to do. I'm very glad I have siblings who I repect and can split the list with. Feeling gets in the way but, I know how shortsighted locking such grief n' stuff away is. I will try to alternate loss and needful activity. Actually it is sometimes easier to cry while doing stuff - it feels much more admirably efficient, anyhow.
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fuzzylobsters) wrote,