Andrew is at his parents' house. One of his best friends lost his father, and the visitation is today. Andrew will be home tonight, although very late. Catherine has left for work, and Thomas is still sleeping. The quiet allows many thoughts to go through my head.
Six years ago today, also on a Sunday, was the very last conversation I ever had with my dad. He was calling from the hospital where he had been since the evening before. I was in a big building, and the reception wasn't great. That building was destroyed by the tornadoes that came through last spring. I am somewhat dreading this week, because the dates all line up to the same days of the week when Dad died. The problem with being a person who remembers so much is that not only do I remember those feelings, but it's almost like I actually feel them again.
I'm also going to be brutally honest here. I am dreading Veteran's Day tomorrow. My son is a sailor, but it is hard to feel as though we are a military family. We know almost nothing about what Robert is doing these days, and it isn't because he can't tell us, but because he chooses not to communicate with us. Sadly, in some ways, it is better this way. His drama doesn't involve us, and this way we don't have to deal with it. At the same time, we love him, and I especially feel for Catherine and Thomas who miss their brother.
I have much to accomplish today, and I am grateful for this quiet time this morning before we start another crazy week!
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