My mom is strong.
Yesterday she broke down and said " It has been two weeks since we buried your dad."
Tonight when I went in his jacket and his hat were not on the rack anymore.
I didnt say anything.
As I see my mom get better each day, I see more and more things of my dads move. I am not sure where they are going. She asked me did I want his Bible.. not yet. I dont want his Bible yet. I dont know that I am ready to hold it in my hands with his name on the front and realize even more , that never again will he read it.
Oh.. I know.. he doesnt have to. He is sitting at the authors feet.
But it still makes me sad.
I am taking the hat and the jacket as a sign. A sign that my mom is healing and that is a good thing.
But .. it still makes me sad.