My dad died yesterday.
I got the call at 4 am and from there I spent the day in a blur. I had a test that I took although I couldn't really tell you much about the material that was on it. I left afterwards, not staying for class, and just wandered. I wandered through Target...not really having a specific need for being there. I wandered through the mall. At the time, it felt like I had a purpose, but in fact I don't really think I did. In the afternoon, I went down to Albuquerque and saw a movie and ate dinner. I was so tired by the time I got home that I don't remember falling asleep. I spent more time on the phone yesterday than I have ever in my life. I worried about my sisters. I talked with my dad's wife. I made arrangements to pick up my aunt. It was a day of things that I did. I didn't have to think about my father. I didn't have to think about a painful childhood or the joyful times, though few and far between. I just did what I needed to do, because that is what needed to be done.
Now, for the next week, I get to try to keep the funeral drama to a minimum and will hopefully be able to get through everything unscathed. I need to remember to tell Katie to keep my mother away from my dad's wife.
