So Dad’s been gone for over a month. I didn’t even make it to the crematorium before I burst into tears. As soon as we got out the car at the funeral home, and saw all the people coming to pay their respects, I broke. He was so loved, my Dad. It was super emotional.
He’s sitting right here beside me. Mum and bro didn’t want to pick up the ashes, so I did. He’s in a big heavy box in a bag. People seem to be creeped out by the fact that I have no awkward feelings about him being here but for me, personally, it’s really reassuring to have that visual confirmation that he’s not in any more pain. You can’t be in pain when you’re reduced to ashes, can ya.
This week I’ve been learning how to do CPR and First Aid. I’m now a certified (or at least soon to be) lifesaver! How terrifying. :)
My weight is still fluctuating, sort of. I gained some weight over the last month and then lost it again but now I’m stuck on a plateau. This week hasn’t been great for hitting my fitness and calorie goals but that’s because the training place is in the middle of town and there are so many places around to get food. However, no more excuses. I’ll start all over again tomorrow and keep it up through the weekend.
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