Wish My Dad Was Still Here
I can’t even begin to tell you how much I wish my dad were still here. As much of a pain in the bootie he was at times, at least there was peace in the family. Maybe then I could do some of the things I can’t do now because my family won’t listen to me. In fact, they don’t even HEAR me.
What frightens me is the month ahead. I have 3 weekends left to empty the house, the basement, the garage and repair the basement and the roof. How will this happen by March 24th?