I've spent the last several days stuck in my apartment. This horrible blizzard has cut me off from the rest of the world, it seems.
Yesterday, as I partially cleared the driveway out of cabin fever boredom, I was struck with a sudden urge to call Dad to ask his advice for driving on these severely snowy roads. Maybe ask him what he would do in this situation to assure safety. Of course, I knew I did not have that luxury. But it's the first time since his passing that I felt not only the loss of a parent, but the loss of a friend. Sitting in my apartment the last few days, my mind settled on thoughts of Dad in his own efficiency-style apartment. He didn't have anyone that came to visit or places he needed to go, even when the roads were perfectly fine. Is this how my Dad spent the last part of his life? Watching movies and hoping his phone would ring? I have Atticus, at least, even if all he does is curl up next to the wall heater.
I think tomorrow I'll make the half mile walk to the grocery store and pick over what's left. I still have a little food, but I need more and it'll be good to feel like I've accomplished something. I'm supposed to go back to work on Saturday and I am not really sure how that's going to happen, either.