Hey mom,
I know that you didn’t really watch movies so you won’t get that reference, but this heatwave has not let up yet. Even Apache is miserable.
Anyhoo… I got out of the house for a bit today to sit in the air conditioned car and stopped by the cemetery for a quick visit. I picked out a really nice plot for you and dad. It has shade most of the day. There was something strange there today. There was a dead bird just on the edge of your grave. What’s that all about? Dad wasn’t messing around with this Red Rider was he?
Well, as I type this sentence, today marks one week since you died. I am writing this at 5 pm. Hard to believe it has been a week already. Apparently time stands still for no woman. I cannot recall the last time we have gone a week without speaking to each other (I mean in person, not this one sided convo I have each day). As a matter of fact, the only time we have gone more than a week without speaking in the last 44 years is when you have been on a long cruise. Even then I would email dad.
Sorry for emotionally vomiting all over the blog post yesterday. I was all twisted up and not thinking correctly. I know that showing emotion is not showing weakness and I know that friends/family are genuinely interested when asking how I am doing. Just kinda got frustrated by not knowing how to answer that question. The more difficult question to answer though is, “How is Jason doing.” You know Jason better than anyone. He just doesn’t show much emotion and talks even less so figuring out how he is doing is near impossible. I think he is doing alright though. His routine doesn’t seem to have changed (well except for trying to avoid this heat) so I suppose that is a good thing.
I am going to make today’s letter short. Today hasn’t been to bad and I think I would like to keep it that way. So see ya later!