May 13, 2013
I went to my mom's yesterday, the first time since my dad died in November. The room he used as an office showed no signs of his life except for a photocopier photo of him and the dog neatly tacked on a bulletin board. I almost lost it completely a few times, silently and away from the rest of the family. So, go figure, when I checked in for my New Mexico trip this morning, and successfully changed my dreaded center seat to an aisle, I didn't feel as triumphant as I'd hoped. Still, I can't get there fast enough.