This is a funny one when you’re backdating. The 26th was a Sunday. I skipped church and hung around and felt sorry for myself. I was depressed. Sad about Jerry. Sad about money. Sad about Belinda’s illnesses. Sad because of the unmowed yard and the dirty dishes and the holes in the drywall and the broken bricks outside and a dozen other things. I felt very, very sorry for myself.
I don’t know what to be thankful for on that day.
And I’m dumb, and I just looked, and that grid makes it look like it was a Sunday, but the 26th was Tuesday, and that was Jerry’s funeral.
Obviously I am grateful for my stepdad, Jerome “Jerry” Harold Short, and the close to two decades that I was lucky enough to have him in my lift.