what a perfect weekend. i did nothing. ate too much chocolate, slept too much and read a book. watched the phantom of the opera and cried a bit when she sang “wishing you were somehow here again”, walking in the fog to her father’s grave. went to ikea with my sis and bought almost nothing (didn’t think that was possible). took a long walk, went via the family grave and said hello to my grandmother, asked her to take care of dad for me. sat at the beach and watched the sun set. went back home and continued sleeping.
monday morning and i actually feel up for it.
however. dreading thursday. the funeral.