It's been one week today since my dad passed away here at our house and things are almost returning to a sense of normalcy. It feels more comfortable being at home now, though, knowing that my family (especially my mom) needs me now more than ever. We spent a few hours last night talking about the future, about insurance money and college plans and fixing nagging house problems, and I feel a lot better about the future now than I did before. I know it won't be a smooth road, but it won't (shouldn't) be a horrible trial either.
It's just different.
