My sister gave me a copy of the four disc compilation she made up for the funeral home to play in the background during my dad's visitation period. It consists of songs we know our father loved and songs that remind us of him.
I was only able to start listening to them this week. The car is usually the worst place for me because I'm alone with my thoughts. But that's where the cds live now. In the car.
Random, repeat, one sided conversations.