Here I sit at TPA, waiting on SW flight 1107 to take me to NY for my sister’s service & burial.  The plan is to arrive at 12-ish.  My brother & I pick up the rental car.  I then drive us down to Brick NJ for the 9-11 service the next day (Friday).  The service will end with a drive up to Flower Hill cemetery in North Bergen NJ.  There she will be buried at or next to our father.

From there I drive my brother and I back to his house.  Saturday I leave for Florida again.

I know it’s short, but I was just up here.  It’s cold as a frozen lake on the 6th plane of hell and I have things to do at my house.  I also prefer to grieve by myself.

The dreams of dead relatives have already started as my subconscious tries to sort this out.  I have learned, no matter how much a person has suffered in their life, you always want them to be with you.  Sounds selfish I know but such is the human condition.