It's really hard to write anything this week.Crummy week.
Looks like the bid on my parent's house is falling through....second bid...second falling.
Will probably have to drive up to Chicago next weekend and take care of some minor repairs on the house....get someone to cut the grass.... someone to fix a window.
Just hate the thought of driving up north...and being in my parent's house again. Sleeping on the couch and having all those memories crowd me in the empty living room.
This week is the first anniversary of their deaths.
I had flashbacks of my mom's last hours....all weekend. The way her mouth was open and the particular way her jaw jutted forward as her breathing became labored.
My dad....I miss him.
I wish I could talk to him...tell him a few things.
How his DNA results came back just a day after his death and showed he has a strong Mongolian/Siberian background. Oh ....he would have found that fascinating.
How I solved the mystery of the basement leak. Here's my dad...wondering for years why there was a water problem there....and I found a spot under the outdoor rug.....where an unscrupulous worker ...didn't re-cement a work area after the cable was fixed.
And then there's my house still looking like a warehouse and me....not having the energy or desire to even peer inside those boxes.
"Change your thoughts and you change your world."
Yeah ...I'll try that tomorrow.
