07.17.07
The Return of Normalcy?
I was struck the other day by the strangest feeling. We were at a friends house for dinner, when they asked me some detail about dad’s accident. As I answered, I realized that it was almost 7 PM and it was the first time that day that I had thought about dad’s death. It was a weird, almost guilty feeling - as though life moving on were a thing that somehow dishonored my dad’s memory.
I quickly scolded myself. I can’t imagine that dad would have wanted all of us to mope around for months on end. The day before, at church, was especially difficult for me, so it’s not like I never think about it. But time marches on, and there’s no sense in feeling guilty about marching on along with it.