Day 44

Today is day one of the three day period that I have been dreading for months. I must say, it started off better than expected. I woke up sad, and looked out my window to see snow had covered the city. So I knew we were in for a treat on the roads here today. We packed up the car and left around 8. The traffic leaving the city was heavier than normal because when people see snow for the first time in the season, they freak out. Not like Chicagoans don't see it every single year.

Anyways, the drive was long. Literally could not go over 65 tops because of the driving sleet from Chicago all the way to Cleveland. On the drive, I did a lot of reflecting. Reflecting on the terrible storm we were in last year. Reflecting on the call I received from Uncle Kenny telling me Dad was in intensive care. On how I, for the first time, had to actually start to entertain the thought of my Father dying. On the second call, from Uncle Kenny where he said to me "are you the passnenger or the driver." On the shock I proceeded to go in. On calling many of my friends to tell them the bad news and hearing the horror in their voices. On how sweet my good friends Jaime and Steve was to wait an hour ahead of us so Jaime could drive our car home because Leah and I were too devastated to do anything. On getting to a house full of people and going through a "hug line" where the only person I wanted to see was my Mother. Again, its all passed me now, its just something I had to remember one more time before I repress it.

The drive home today took almost 6 and a half hours because of the weather, but I have finally arrived. I am unpacked, and like a good grandson, I checked in with grandmom, and I am relaxing with Mom and Leah, awaiting the arrival of MD, Jace, and Reese. Mom is cooking lamb chops, twice baked potatoes, salad, and brownies. Day one will be behind me soon. Tomorrow is going to be a tough one, the one year anniversary of Dad's death.

Song of the Day: "The Stranger" by Billy Joel