Its ok, Im alri%ht.
Tomorrow is the be^inin^ of the end of the house at 137. Mom and Dads housr for almost twenty years and now it is %oin% to someone else. I think we will be ok. I have nothin% but %ood memories from the house and I think we are leavin% only the best of karma in the place. I can say that when I think of my Dad one of the first thin%s that pops into my head is him sittin% at the table in the kitchen and when anyone would walk throu%h the front door he would yell. "Hey ALlie look its my %irl." "boy" "buddy" I miss him, miss him badly and know that after this second anniversary next week I have to move on and start to heal. I cant keep this so close to the surface %rief is truly eatin% me up somedays. I plan to %o to therapy even if its only a short time to help me move throu%h this. I owe it to my family. In other news my boy had the pukers the other ni%ht and althou^h I felt terrrible for him I had to lau%h at times. He was tellin% me "UHOH UHOH...