Two Noras: July 8, 1914 and July 8, 2021

Nora Bauer: Wednesday, July 8, 1914

Teresa and Susie were over to spend the day. John came over this evening and we had dancing. 

Nora Spitznogle: Thursday, July 8, 2021

Early manager. Had lunch in Whitestown with my sisters, mom, and the Herr sisters. Worked from home afternoon. 

It sounds like Grandma Nora had a lovely day...I wonder if Teresa was Teresa Schnitz, who married her little brother Herman in 1925? She would have been 16 at the time. Her cousin, Margaret, who would eventually become Grandpa Paul's second wife, after Nora died. 

I was at work at 6:45. Met my sisters, Beth and Ann, Mama Meg, and long-time family friends, Ann and Mary Beth Herr for lunch. It was great to tell old stories and laugh! 

Grief is a weird thing and I hear that it comes in waves. Besides my sobbing at Dad's bedside, I haven't really cried, although I've had a lump in my throat and tears behind my eyes the last two weeks.

I managed to update Ancestry.com with Dad's death and added his obituary with no problem this evening. Yet, I haven't been able to change my bed sheets, which was long-over due (popcorn dust, mainly). Is it because when I put those sheets on the bed, my Dad was alive? 

I've had a fresh set sitting on the blanket chest (that Dad made) for a week, and just couldn't do it. On Monday, I treated myself to a brand-new organic cotton set that I added to the pile on the blanket chest. 

I finally managed to get the chore done this evening - all I could think about was how Dad was micro-managing me in putting the sheets on his bed on Father's Day and how annoyed I was with him. 

Grief is weird.