Today a neighbor asked where Joe was. She didn't know, so Mom had to go through the whole story again. I was doing okay it's been 6 months (plus a week) and I've been okay. We made it through their anniversary and my birthday. This kinda got me. Hearing it again.
And then, maybe a half hour later, after talking to a different neighbor (who knew about it the same day) said her son heard music playing (the kind Dad used to blast for the entire neighborhood) and smelled cigarette smoke (apparently different brands smells different? I don'tr smoke, so I have no idea), but this isn't a kid that makes stuff like this up. A sign he's still around sometimes? A coworker told me to keep an eye out for signs (smells, I don't know) but it's all interesting. Can our loved ones still hang around after they pass on? (I've always pictured Dad being busy chasing after Michelangelo and Mozart).
That said, I think, my cardinal count is at eight. I saw another one today. Mom is still at zero. She just can't see them when I point them out to her.
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