hendrikboom

My father died early in the morning on Thursday morning. It was not totally unexpected -- he was 88 and has been in and out of the emergency room last year -- but it was still an unwelcome surprise. I spent the past few days running around about the paperwork. I am tired, but there is a lot I have to do still, as the executor of the will. Every now an then, I cry for a few seconds -- I don't know what triggers these spells, but at least I know what they're about,