Thinking about one year ago.

It’s been a bit of a weird week. It still is.

I’m approaching the day my dad died one year ago and that’s been on my mind quite a lot lately. It’s been all year in fact, but somehow it’s become more intense again.
The atmosphere around me is all the same again, the weather, the light, I can’t describe exactly what is it, but it’s all around me.

The exact date is tomorrow November 12, but today feels much more like it and that’ll be because it all happened on that Friday evening.

I was at my moms place to replace some lightbulbs and we had tea together.

On TV the same (stupid) program as last year, The Masked Singer, was on. Around 20:30 (thát moment a year ago) my mom, out of nothing, suddenly said “It’s been a year ago already, you know that?”
If she’d only knew how I’d been counting the minutes….

We talked about it a while, and I was amazed about the details she remembers. She still knows exactly what I said and did back then.
She is coping with the situation, but I know she’s had a difficult year as well.

We drank another cup of tea, and at some point we were back talking about things of today. And that’s fine.