Tonight, while sitting at one of my mom's favorite restaurants (ihop--she loved breakfast food. me too!) my dad told me the whole story. Every detail. Every person. Every event.
And we cried as we sat there.
It was odd.
College kids behind us, happily conversing about text messages.
An older couple cuddling together.
A single lady reading a book while eating.
Wait staff walking around with plates of pancakes.
Tanith coloring.
And my dad and I...talking about the death of my mom.
It all happened over dinner.
4 months ago
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