Last one...

13 December 2025: My dad always made sure there were some diet sodas in the fridge when I was in NY. (He made sure everyone had a drink they would enjoy.) These last two visits, he didn't have a chance to prepare, but there were, in fact, just enough to get me through both trips. Today, I took the very last one to drink on the road. 

It's silly because it's so small. But I picture him loading them into the fridge and it's just too much. So many everyday things he'll never do again. Moving though that house these past few days was a kind of surreal I can't describe.

I am back home in WV now; the services are over, the bags are unpacked, and I am working through final exams and papers. Life goes on, but his absence from it is just so sad.