Long Weekend

Aside from the NCAA bracket nightmare, this has been a really long weekend.  I spent both days moving my father out of his apartment (or, really, my parents).  It was two intense days of living with them.  Heck, I can't even get rid of the milk carton of Murphy's toys....

There are, I feel, few things worse than having to sort through someone else's life.  The invasion of their privacy, the glimpse into their dreams, their nightmares, their joys and sorrows.

My parents were and are elegant, amazing, thoughtful, compassionate people.  This weekend gave me the gift of loving them even more.

Murphy's Day.