Last night my Mom told me it would be "good idea" if I called my Sister's
place out of sate. Told me I should call and just say "Hi, hoping you all
are having a good time" and tell them I'm thinking about them all.
As I might have stated before, my brother is up there for Thanksgiving, but
I was not invited.
As always I'm just ignored. Okay maybe I'm just thinking that I am. Maybe
I"m just to raw with hurt right now. After all it has only been a month
since dad died and two weeks since I had my cat put down.

I got so upset at mom I even surprised myself. I told her to stop pouring
salt in the wounds. She just did not get it.
I lost it. Crying like crazy (thank goodness my daughter was asleep). I
just about hung-up on her.

Watching Dora the Explore with my daughter, I started to cry.
I'm not doing well with the grief. On Monday I'll have to call my p-doc. I
need a boost in my meds or I'm going to fall apart.

I miss my dad. I miss my cat.