Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Not handling it very well

Trying to get on with my life, because I know Dad wouldn't want to wallow in self pity. But the weirdest things still set me off. Almost broke down sobbing at the gas stop when I saw a jar of Trucker's pickles. Would have been the perfect gift for my Dad, if he was still alive.

But doing better I guess. When I'm driving, instead of listening to the radio, I talk to Dad about the scenery and the traffic. Strange, I know, but somehow it helps.


At 12:12 PM , Anonymous marcus said...

Buy that jar of pickles. Eat them. Talk to him.
You're normal, you'll be OK.

At 7:09 AM , Blogger Libby Spencer said...

Thanks so much for the support Marcus.


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