It was about a year ago that my dad started getting seriously sick. I noted it briefly in my Oct. 30 weblog and then in more detail on Nov. 6 and Nov. 7. Tonight there’s a Mass at St. Peter’s Church in Mendota for all the parishioners who died in the past year. I’m going. My mom will be there, as well as my brother and his family.
I still seem to be at peace with Dad. I think about him once in a while, usually with some affection. I’ve been thinking about his ashes, that I might like to have some for myself. Maybe I’ll bring up a piece of my pottery and grab a spoonful of the ol’ man to put on my shelf. And I think I’ll print out my Eulogy to My Pappy essay and give my mother a copy. I’m grateful for being at peace with him but I wish I was more at peace with her.