Yesterday was tough, kind of like getting in the pool. I was really impressed and happy to see who showed up. I miss my mom. I don't really feel like I've seen her for the last 8 or 10 years. The difference now is that there is no hope I'll see her again (literally, not spiritually). I asked my dad to let me have some of her ashes, I didn't really think about it until I saw the box (a perfect color - Black). Now I need to make sure I find a perfect container (for my own sake).

It crossed my mind to find a nice glass or antique nutshell, so I could say this is my mom in a nutshell. I think she'd laugh. But maybe I'll just keep that a joke between her and me and instead find something else.

Happy fathers day! I am pretty sure I'm not a father, so I'll be spending it with my dad ;)

I hope the cats are OK back home.