Some of today, all of tomorrow, and a good part of Saturday will be occupied with my Father’s memorial service and reception and with family from around the country who even now descend upon our environs. Siblings must sit down like the real grownups we must be and finalize the ‘estate’, such as it is, given that a condo purchased ten years ago for almost $200K may bring $40K if we’re really lucky (this is, after all, South Florida).
These things must be attended to, decided upon, all the hugs must be given, the cheeks kissed, the food offered and then offered again.
And then it will be over. And oddly, now that the end of planning and executing it all approaches, I will finally and maybe for the first time, look in the mirror and see someone without a buffer generation between me and that big Marlboro in the sky.
Or maybe I’ll just take a nap, blog up a storm and clean the refrigerator. One never knows, do one.
Here’s a song by a guy who used to say just that – in case I don’t get back here tomorrow.