Quick note to say I'll be back soon. My dad passed away on Sunday, and we've been busy doing stuff - funeral, sitting shiva, eating ridiculous amounts of cake and cookies, and trying to figure out how to clean out a house that was lived in by the same person for over 50 years.
I'm grateful he isn't suffering anymore, very grateful - but it is disorienting (to say the least) that someone who has always been in my life is not there anymore. Apparently, judging from my surprise at this situation, I have just figured out what death means. Some of us are slow learners, you know.
And now, to bed - last night I didn't sleep well, as I was alone in my dad's house, with ALL the lights on. I was working with the theory that a well-lit house would discourage other-worldly visits. And then I turned half of the lights off, because I remembered my dad scolding us for leaving the house "lit up like a Christmas tree" and figured that my overuse of electricity might trigger a haunting.
But seriously, it just felt as though he would come walking around the corner any minute. How could he not? He had always been there.