Day 1668 - at my mom for the weekend. For the first time since my dad died I'm here alone with her. It's very strange to be here and not find him anymore. It's strange to be here just the two of us. But I am very happy to see that she is doing well, keeping herself busy and in high spirit. It's not trivial after living with someone for more than half a century and spending the last twenty some years, since they retired, together 24 hours a day. So even if they had some serious frictions since my dad's injury and his increasing dependance on her. I can't even imagine how it feels and I never will.