This unreality...

Yesterday was the two month...what do I call it? anniversary--that seems too cheery...?

My father passed away two months ago yesterday. This time has been very up and down for me. Moving in with E, starting classes, getting to see old friends again--these have all been positive "moving-forward" things. But, then there are those reminders: passing my dad's phone number in my cell phone, seeing a car like his, answering that post-summer inquiry everyone wants to ask at the beginning of every fall semester ("How was your summer?"). And sleeping...well, it's hard getting to sleep most nights and hard waking up most mornings.


I can only hope my father has found some peace. His was a difficult life. I know he never had the love of good parents (nor did his siblings). I feel as though he was raised by a very selfish mother. And yet...although very unconventionally speaking, I feel he was the least selfish person I ever knew. I know he gave up everything to raise my sister and me.