Apologies if the blogamathing has become Big Stupid Tommy Missed His Dad, but that's what it is.
I miss him.
I've been working like mad. Went back the Friday after the funeral. Mostly to keep my hands busy. We had a minor snow rush over the weekend (lousy Smarch Weather). It was annoying in that way that all Southern overreactions to the threat of winter weather are, but it also helped a little to get moving and put my mind somewhere else for a while.
Little things hit me. I went to Target this afternoon, and I saw the Blu-Ray of the Daredevil Netflix series. I'd kinda chalked that one up as a Father's Day present for Dad. Mom and Dad's house is too far out in the woods to stream too much (although with Verizon's shift to unlimited Data, that could change though that point's moot for Dad, I reckon). Anyway, I saw the Blu Ray and I got the shivers, a bit.
The NCAA Tournament starts up soon. We always watched that together. It's going to be hard without him.
This morning at work, as I started checking the grocery order, I had to stop and take a few breaths. I don't even know what set it off, but that feeling of missing the old man just hit like a hammer.
I call Mom a lot more. Just checking in. Seeing if she needs anything. We've got another cold snap coming through tonight. A hard freeze. Just wanted to make sure she had enough firewood.
It's tough. I miss the old guy.