Morbid, I know. Oh, well. I am morbid. And macabre. And maudlin. And this is my blog, so I can write what I want, (chin in air in haughty stance).
Anyway, my dad said he'd stay alive for the election, and he did, but then Bush won and that was all the poor man could take.
We lost him at 11:45pm, November 3rd.
Philip Stanley Savath
December 28, 1946 - November 3, 2004
He is missed.
I will write more about the losing of him, it was a remarkable experience, but I can't seem to focus for long right now. In fact, I'm supposed to be in the shower and getting ready to go out, but on the way to do that I sat here. Then I forgot about getting ready. One thing at a time seems to be my speed. If I accidentally get in a conversation on the way to the fridge, there's no hope in remembering what I wanted from said fridge. I just answered the phone and nearly forgot I was doing this.
I'm going for a walk now.
Very surreal days.