The weather doesn't cooperate.
I probably will be going out tomorrow, we received five days of from work last Tuesday. I haven't been out the last three days, so tomorrow it's time. Though, the weather is not that inviting to go out tomorrow. Today we had rain of and on and a temperature of 17 degrees, (Celsius) tomorrow will be the same, only a few degrees colder. I will see what tomorrow brings, the colder weather doesn't bother me that much, the rain does. This evening I was that close to put the heater on, it was way cooler then a few days ago. I putted a fleece jacket on, I'm not going to put a heater on in May.
This weekend were celebrating Mother's day, I might go aswell tomorrow to Nijverdal to my Parents grave. I thought about my Dad today, a few thoughts flashed trough my mind. It brought me back to the day when my Dad passed away, 1 February. Gosh time is passing so fast, it's been already more then three months since then. A awkward thought today was that I asked myself how my Dad is doing, yeah, I know he passed away and that he's buried. I still remember the burying of my Dad, that... I had that weird feeling of leaving my Dad behind just like that, that was weird for me.
Dead, burying a person, a loved one. I don't know, I can't explain it. Dead isfor sure something mysterious. Ofcource it's normal, it's a part of life, but in a way it seems I can't get used to the idea. That moment when I visited my Dad nearly every week, and then all of a sudden he's gone. Buried, laying in a coffin. That might sound rough or hard, but I can't explain it otherwise. It gives me a bit of a worried feeling aswell when I so now and then think of him, like, I want to take care of him, just be there. Although he passed away, I don't know. Can't really explain it, I know my Dad is gone, but still.
