Life Goes On

I sat with Mom at a table at the Good Life Grill having sandwiches for lunch a couple days after Dad died. Belinda had left to go home to be with her family and James was nowhere to be found. It was just Mom and I eating ... she put down her sandwich and quietly looked around ... the other people having their meals; cars passing in the street behind us; waitress refilling our drinks, the clamoring of utensils, the idleness of small talk ....

"I guess the hardest thing to accept" she said, "is that life goes on ... someone passes and the rest of the world takes no notice."

RIP Dad (T.E. Fitzsimmons) - Aug 13, 1931 to Dec 11, 2013