Mom continues to sort through all of the things that have been left undone in the wake of Dad’s death. She’s learning the entirety his life, and when we talk she simultaneously reports back the details of her post-Dad life while opening doors on the life they’ve shared. I feel deeply inadequate even though I know she wouldn’t want me to.
I keep thinking about Christmas, which leads me to the conclusion that the only thing to do is continue on. So I focus in on the short-term and feel much better for now.