This picture has special meaning to me. This is my father’s salute to me. My dad, mom and their Canadian friends Mike and Veronica are sitting at a restaurant and bar in Puerto Vallarta called Las Palomas. My father and I didn’t have many things we bonded over, but for some reason having a Corona at this bar was one of them. On a prior cruise, he and I went on a zipline excursion in Puerto Vallarta and then had a couple of beers here at this bar. It was a really nice place, but sadly is no longer there thanks to the devastating effect the cartel violence had on tourism in Mexico. The are waving to me and dad is holding up a Corona to let me know what a good time they were having. Thank you for that dad!
On to current stuff… This week has been a rough one emotionally and I needed to do something fun, so I got some friends together and went out to dinner last night. We spent several hours just babbling on about all sort of things. Sometimes talking about my situation and other times about silly things like scary movies. I really had a good time and I cannot thank my friends enough for being there when I need a pick-me-up. I am sure I will have plenty more times I will need them. I have good friends.
I also got to meet with my grief counselor yesterday and that was very helpful. The time with her goes much too quickly, but we were able to talk about some important things and it is very helpful to have someone I know that I can just open up to not feel silly about it. One of the things we are working on is allowing myself to open up to people and not feel silly about it.
Today’s events included a strange one. I closed out mom’s bank account and opened the trust account. Sounds simple, but was quite draining and emotionally was sort of difficult. I mean, it is one more nail in the coffin, so to speak. It is a final act. My parents no longer have that account which they have had for many many years. It’s only a bank account for goodness sake, but felt sad closing it. The banker asked if I would like her to destroy their debit card, but I declined her offer in favor of keeping it for who knows what reason. It will go in my new chest of drawers along with the other little knick knacks that I am squirreling away.