Thanks, everyone, for your very kind words.
I'm doing OK outwardly, but apparently it's eating me up inside. Got diagnosed with the Shingles, for God's sake, late last week. Fortunately, it's concentrated itself on just one of my legs. Unfortunately, even oxycontin can't make a dent in the pain - it just makes me paranoid but my leg still hurts like a sonofabitch. (Thank goodness for Extra Strength Excedrin - who knew it could be so effective?) Still, it could be a lot worse.
I'm going up to NY for another memorial for my Dad this weekend - this time in my home town and the town in which he lived for 25 years before moving to NC. The memorial in NC was very trying - mostly because my stepmom went ballistic a couple of times and alienated half the family. I'm hoping it'll be a little more calm this time with the salve of time on our side, and with it being on somewhat more neutral territory (my brother and I are staying with our other brother - one of the ones she went ballistic on a month ago - instead of with her - long, fucked up story). She and I are still getting along - because that's what I do - get along - even though, by all accounts, I shouldn't even be speaking to her right now.
Sigh. There's a reason we move hundreds - sometimes thousands - of miles away from them, isn't there?
Thanks again for all your loving support. You all are truly the best people I've ever known, and I'm so grateful for your gentle hearts.