My father died 2 weeks ago today.
I left my tower on Tuesday morning, knowing I needed to get home to see him. He wasn’t doing well. In fact, he was starting to spiral downwards. He had the advanced stages of dementia.
I did not get there in time.
That part is going to be hard for me.
But I’m back at the cabin/tower now. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so grateful for a series of rainy days. After 10 days of grief, stress, family drama and so much sadness, I am tired. Really tired. Rainy days are exactly what this girl needs. The radios are quiet, there isn’t any yard maintenance projects to do, and with the cabin being replaced next year, there’s not much to do inside either. I can rest.
Now all I need is a steady stream of comfort food. After all, emotional eating is healthy…right?