No Plans

My poor mother. I asked her yesterday if she was doing anything on Easter she said she hadn't even thought about it. I have the King and the Prince and now thoughts of the Little Prince to keep me occupied, but I'm guessing my mother has large chunks of her day alone with just her thoughts of my dad. I call her every day and try to keep her on the phone for as long as possible and my aunts and uncle have been great about stopping by the house, but still. She's alone.

Don't get me wrong, I really really miss my dad. You don't know how many times I've picked up the phone to call and ask him how to fix something. I dreamed about him the other night for the first time since he died. I dreamed I was riding motorcycles with him. It was funny, because in my dream I was completely confused because I couldn't quite gather how I knew how to ride a motorcycle and where the heck I got a motorcycle license from and hey, looky there, a motorcycle, and its' mine! (My dad loved his motorcycle and he used to ride with a bunch of old fogeys from his retirement community. The King and I dubbed them 'The Octogenarian Outlaws.')

I told my mother to invite my uncle and aunts over for dinner. The only thing is, she's not an entertainer. We're different that way, I would love to have a bunch of people over for dinner, she views it as a form of torture. She hates to cook more than anyone I've ever met. I hope she decides to do it, just so she won't be alone on Easter. I feel like crap because we live so far away.