Yesterday I received an email at work from a friend who inquired as to whether or not the obituary they had read in the paper for Charles E. Puzzanchera with a daughter named Alicia was in fact my father. Part of me wanted to say, Well how many Puzzanchera's do you know that have a daughter named Alicia, but I restrained myself.
The concept of calling people to tell them you passed away was so weird to me. I mean we called people we have spoken to in a while, at least not that I was aware of, to notify them that you had left us. It's a weird conversation to have. And now that things are starting to settle and life is moving on, slowly, I am sure that when I encounter people who knew you were struggling with the infections will ask about you and I will have to explain that you have passed away. The one woman I spoke to was shocked. She didn't realize just how sick you were. And most people I encounter from now on, I am sure, will have the same reaction.
It is going to be odd telling people as time goes on... yet in the same breath, I feel like the more I say it, the more it will help me come to terms with your death.
Bye for now, I am sure I will be back real soon!
Love,
Alicia
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