...how prophetic...

Well...what a couple of weeks it has been. I was not really prepared for any of it...during the evening of Monday, July 21st, my father passed away unexpectedly in a sense. That night...I can't even really talk about that night. The next morning everything got picked up...taken away so quickly...then we ate our final slice of Aniello's pizza, shoved everything in the car including the cats as loud, electric pops of thunder started breaking loose. I hopped behind the wheel and we had one of the scariest drives to Pennsylvania (due to horrible storms) that I have ever experienced. Everything happened so fast...when we arrived in town on Thursday, I immediately went to a meeting at the place where the memorial was going occur. As of today, our belongings have still not arrived and are not scheduled to for another week and a half! Never use Mayflower!

My father...this is all I want to say about him...he was a lot of things, but the things I have been remembering the most is his love for us, and really for life around him. I've been learning even more about him having to go through his belongings. I've found the rolls of photos taken solely of the television during the moon landing, slides he took himself of celestial things through the telescope that he built, letters he wrote defending his work and actions when employers accussed him of things like not doing stuff in a timely manner, etc., stuff about the Registar system that he developed, his slide rule, his bowling ball, his old camera, his shoe shine kit, so many papers with equation after equation...notes...
I really wish I could have been here...
I can't really talk about it anymore, so I'm not going to.


So...yeah...our stuff is not here, but the house is! It's a good house. Kansas City is certainly here and real. Everything slipped into place so perfectly - driving, visiting friends and family, knowing where to get anything. Whenever I have thought about New York it has seemed not real. We lived a similar life there in many senses, but in others it was so different! No one here really knows that life we had, and we have been so busy that Jeremy and I have not really discussed it much. New York worked it's way into my body, and I'm not sure I want to let it go. I guess I do not have to, as we are planning to return many times. Kansas City is great...the cicadas are busy talking all day and part of the night, Jeremy bought a truck that is a fraternal twin to the one he had to give up before we moved to Brooklyn, and I can hop over to my Mom's, Daddad's, sister's, etc. whenever I want. New York...what are you up to? I'm picturing right now what is likely happening on 14th Street, on 5th avenue, at the Dia, on 23rd Street, in the East Village, at the Buncher's, on Fire Island, at the co-op, in the subway...what a different entity New York is...not better than anywhere else, every place is wonderful in some way...just...I don't know. Well...I need breakfast

I still don't have regular computer access for another two weeks or so (by the time we hook up internet.)
Hoping whoever is out there is well...please tell me you are well.