Mom: Who did you love more, me or your dad?
Me: I love you both the same. You are both special to me.Mom: Whatever, the dead one always wins.
Mom: (Talking to my aunt and uncle after my dad died) Well, you guys are just dropping off like flies. I wonder which one of you will be next? (awkward silence).
Friend: How's your mom handling everything?
Summer: She is ok, but no matter what it's different for her. We knew the father, she knew the man himself.
Mom: I really did love your dad. He was my best friend. Yeah, he was an asshole sometimes. But I know he loved me too.
Me: You know it's amazing that dad died and was able to leave so much love and positive energy between all of us. He really knew what he was doing.
Me: What are you thinking about?
Mom: Your dad. I keep thinking about him with his cigarette in his hand with one leg over the other. It's hard to believe he is no longer here. I keep going over things, wondering if I did anything wrong.
Me: You can't think like that mom, he loved us. That's all that matters in the end.
Me: I thought this would be so much harder. But I feel his energy and his love and it's giving me so much strength.
Mom: I just talked to your aunt today back in Palestine and she says that a lot of people came to your dad's funeral. She said that everyone was really sad and kept talking about what a great man he was. That made me so happy, he would have liked that.