It Seems Real

My brother would call my mother and regale her with stories about his grandchildren.  I would call, check on her before bed, and tell her some funny story about the dogs.  The longer she has been gone, the more real it seems.

And now that a week has gone by since Dad died and as I begin to get ready for their memorial, it seems all so more real.

My daily life hasn't changed that much, (other than not having my daily visits with my parents) but, my whole universe has changed.

Murphy's day.