Meltdown

Since my Dad passed away, I've had a few emotional ups and downs (read: I've gone bat $h!t crazy for a moment or two...) that seem to be triggered by a few of life's normal functions. Like grocery shopping. For some background, my dad worked in a grocery store and was my go-to for all things grocery related.

Especially produce. That man could pick out a mean piece of fruit.

In the grocery store tonight I had a bit of a meltdown. I always called my dad for recommendations on fruits and veggies. Because he worked in produce, he knew what was in season, what was good/what wasn't so good, what countries were growing the best produce, etc. He also knew the names of the different types of apples I like. I would call to ask what apples to grab because I'm really picky about my apples.

When I realized I couldn't call him, I lost it. In the middle of the grocery store.

It wouldn't be so bad, except it was my third time losing it in a grocery store. So far I'm 3 for 3 when it comes to crying in the middle of grocery stores.

God I miss that man. And his apple advice.