Memories

We have been spending the majority of our days settling dad's estate. Literally hours days at the attorney...going through his personal effects...trying to make sure his final wishes are honored. I can say two things. I didn't know how much honoring my father's wishes would mean to me, and I didn't know how much his "things" would mean to me.

One of the things that has brought me comfort is looking at pictures of my dad when he was young...when I was little...when we were a family. When I remember my dad, I don't remember him old, gray, and sick. I remember him young and vibrant.

I'm exhausted. I am taking tiny steps forward, because I have to, but otherwise, I feel like I'm stuck. I can see the past, the present, but not the future. I just feel stuck. I know it will get better. For now, here are some pictures of me and my dad...the way I remember him.