I'm Sad

I moved into my house nearly 27 years ago. That first spring I began chatting with a neighbor a few doors down. Doris would often sit on her steps, reading the paper, waiting for family or just getting some air. She was always very pleasant. And interesting to talk with. Up until a month ago she could be found most days having lunch (and sometimes dinner too) at the bar on the corner Yesterday, she passed away. Doris was full of kindness and wisdom and had a truly beautiful soul. I will miss her. Without her the whole tone of my block will change.It simply won't be the same without her presence.

June 10

Today was my father’s birthday. This year, he would have been 80.

My dad was far from perfect. He was a school psychologist. Yeah, the irony of that has never been lost on me. I was, putting it mildly, a difficult child. But, in spite of that, we still managed to have our moments. Even though my mother tried her best to prevent them.

I miss him. Sad.