I sent in the obituary about dad to the paper today. I have lots of photos to go through. It's really emotional to look through the old photos, and see a life glimpsed in pieces, and see that the progression reflects so much more than images.

I have found some things of my dads as I go through stuff with mom. A box of old ties, cuff links, old watches. Dad saved all of his watches over the years. I think one he got back in the 40's. He always took good care of his things. He made a point to hang up slacks in a certain way, and keep things tidy, in boxes, and labeled.

I still feel really disconnected, and it's because I didn't spend the time I should have with Dad. If I can learn anything from this experience, it might be to be sure to take the time for being with people, for connection, for listening. It seemed like we were always rushing around, doing other things that seemed important at the time, and waiting for the moment to spend together talking.