I know this is really in the stupid category but I can't help it.
Today the movers come.
Tonight we leave our home.
Tomorrow the utilities will be disconnected.
Including the phone...
And on the phone was a message that every 100 days I save.
It was a message from my dad when he was in the hospital here in 2005 and he was calling to tell me his room number and that he "hopes you call me, bye."
I know.
I need to move on. I realize this. But, dammit, I love hearing his voice. Makes me pretend for thirty seconds that he is still here and he wants me to call him. I wish.
Today at some point I plan to listen to it some more (I don't care to admit how many) and write it down and then it will go poof along with the phone by morning.
Moving on is NOT easy...in SO many ways.

that makes me so sad. I remember the last time I saw your dad. He and your mom stopped by on their way driving to see you. It was about 6 months before he passed away. We fed them lunch and had a great visit. He was a super guy.
Posted by: Teri | Monday, June 29, 2009 at 07:11 PM
I understand what its like to not want to delete that message. I want to hold on to almost everything that Carrie touched, thought of, joked about, wrote about, anything that makes me feel closer to her...its so hard!
I am going to miss you guys! Knowing you guys were right around the corner was a comfort. Like having you and Uncle Larry rushing down the street after Carrie had collapsed...I will never forget it.
I wish you all the best in PA, and hope relaxing days find you! ;) I cant wait to hear updates on your trip/move! Love you guys!
Posted by: Katie | Monday, June 29, 2009 at 08:07 PM
I thought I was going to be able to come here and read a little.... but... not yet.
:(
Posted by: corinna | Friday, July 10, 2009 at 11:39 PM