The grave marker for Dad is now in place. Something about its bronzeness is so final.
I still have the urge to call Dad. Find out what's happening, let him know of an update. I'm not sure how long these feeling will last. On the one hand, it is eerie. On the other, it is a good reminder of what I need to focus on. Today is important. What can I do to be better, make things better today.
A good college friend of mine used to say, "tell me a story Steve" The story is continuing to develop. New pages (and sometimes chapters) daily.
Regular readers here can follow my story. My father's story will continue to be told here
What is your story?
What will your marker say?