I wonder if I am deliberately forgetting dad, so that I'd forget mom? The General just asked me today, if he should drop by as he was in their neighbourhood, and it completely upset me. Like, ruined the afternoon. An otherwise great afternoon - we got a new string and arrows for my bow, we watched videos about hiking with pack goats, almost 25 pounds of new pigments arrived ... But smack in the middle, depression came back like a rogue train. 

I should stop that. It shouldn't still hurt so bad, just the memories.