Thursday

Long week, but only Thursday....
I went to a funeral this morning, now back at work.

You know, My Dad died 7 years ago and since then, when I see one of his sisters, my aunts....they look at me and cry. They tell me, you look just like your father....(did I mention how handsome he was?)

Last month, I went to my uncles funeral. My fathers, sisters husband.
Today, I attended hers.
So - she could not look at me and cry.

So - I cried instead.

We, as always happens, lost touch. They lived in PA to be closer to one of her sons.
Her children were my age and we lived right next door to each other growing up.

At times like this, I get nostalgic.
I want to be in that back yard again.

Life goes on.
I miss my Dad.