I've been working through my father's obituary. I pulled items from the Resolutions that the Masons shared and made some modifications. I shared it with my father's neighbor who provided me some feedback. He doesn't really have internet, so I sent it to him via text and he sent me back a picture of some things he asked to be considered included.
It was a good reminder for me in a few ways.
The neighbor, Mike, was his neighbor for the last 35 years. That is longer than I have been in CO. They shared a life of experiences. The reminder was I am not the only one mourning my father's passing and the hole his death has left is pretty large for some people.
And yeah. Dogs. I can't ever recall as a kid not having a dog. We always had at least one dog. My father loved them but in that way that was with the a "what the heck is that dog doing now" sort of growl but with a grin behind it.
Dogs, cats, squirrels. It was a something I think he and my mother bonded over a lot. The cuteness and craziness that comes with animals. And that lawnmower. And the weird hats. Yeah. Lots of that in the soup mix tide.
I managed to talk it all through over the phone with my neighbor this AM without breaking down. Can't say that is the case as I type this. Thankfully work will give me a bit of a reprieve from that.
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