It has been a long and chaotic week. WE buried our Uncle Pepe this Monday. Grieving comes in different forms. Just processing the fact that he is gone is quite a feat. I am still not there.
By this I mean: It feels odd when I look at his house and hear his canine bark. Knowing that he will not come of his abode and toss the cats some cat food or stomp off angry that we are walking our grandfather's ranch in the hot sun.
Obviously, I know he is buried....it just takes time.
GOD rest his soul.
I hope the Vietnam Vet has finally gotten his parade in Paradise.
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