Medicated depression, day #799
I'm not dead, yet.
I've had some time to think, stuff and such. And about mom, very much about mom.
I still feel a bit ashamed or guilty of not morning her more than I've done but as a shrink said, I may have prepared myself for the fact that my mom would be gone as I took care of her the last week of her life.
I miss her. I miss calling her and talk, talk about anything and nothing as we could talk about people we knew, latest gossip, who died, who got babies, who moved and such. I'm not much into gossip but my mom kept it civil as it mostly were oriented around people we knew.
Hung out with dad this afternoon, he's lonely and we talk a lot, I'll try to call him more often.
Easter is lurking close, I'm probably going there to stay for a few days as my wife and son is going on a vacation for two weeks, during Easter weekend my brother, his girlfriend and their son is going to join at dad's place, for some dinner festivities and help dad with some chores as he can't lift or carry anything heavy.
In end of April I'm going on a conference trip again, now only domestic, last year we went to Spain. Those conferences are fun and very much educational as it is by us, employees for us, employees. I really like the company for delivering on the promise to educate us all the time -- previous companies promised a lot but never delivered.
Spring but still frosty, I'll give it a few weeks.