My parents deal with things by talking about how hard it must be and how sad they are and that’s very adult and great of them.
But I spent the day drinking vodka and laughing with my best friend and trust me, that’s what he needed to be doing.
My old next door neighbor, father of my lifelong best friend and second father to me passed away this week. He was a bit of a grumpy guss, even earned the nick-name “Eeyore.” But he was one of the most loving and kind-hearted men you will ever meet. When we used to live next door, every morning my dog would start barking and howling and every morning, Mr. Bob would say “Good morning, Alice.” Alice died on July 5, 2013 and I miss her dearly as I now miss Mr. Bob. But I’m comforted in knowing that somewhere in Heaven, every morning, someone’s saying good morning to my puppy and someone is giving Mr. Bob something to listen to as he has his morning coffee. Rest in peace.