We spent most of today cleaning out my dad’s house. He’s moved into a retirement community and we’re getting the house ready to sell. While my SIL and I were going through things she found this picture taken on the day Brent graduated from boot camp in San Diego in 1987.
I feel a strange sort of detachment when I look at this picture. I don’t even know if that makes sense, but I can’t think of a better way to describe it. Intellectually I know that this was real and that it happened. I know that’s my head on his shoulder in the picture. I remember the whole thing, but it almost feels like a fantasy life I created in my head. I think that’s the most difficult part of this for me. I have to remind myself that he was real and that we really happened and I didn’t just dream it.