Tuesday, August 14, 2007
I think my dad is starting to heal. Last night he went out for coffee with an old friend, a woman who lost her husband a year ago. She was visiting the area from Florida and called him. It took me a while to convince him to go, he cried, said he could never go with another woman. I told him it was just friendship and nothing more. He told me they sat and talked for two hours. People he knew came in and he talked to them also. She even convinced him that it might be a good idea to spend some time in his condo in Florida. He originally said he would never go there without my mom.
I know he will never get over my mom, he will never totally stop being sad or give up crying completely, but at least he might be able to go on and enjoy the rest of is life.