The situation is strangely opposite now that my dad has died. My recent memories of him, over say the last 10-12 years, are mainly in Florida. He had been to my condo, but it's not his location to me. Being home doesn't, in and of itself, trigger pain and painful memories.
What's triggered it so far, oddly enough, is the word "parents". I have to start saying "my mother" instead.
"My mother lives in Florida."Not that I'm erasing him, or the word "parents" altogether; but it has to go to the past.
Or "I'm going to visit my mother."
"My parents moved to Florida in 1996."Past.
"My parents met in Trinidad."
Tomorrow will be better. No matter how arbitrary is actually is, it will be somewhat comforting to put April behind me, to be able to say, "last month". (Plus, hockey is one of my drugs, and Game 1 of Round 2 is tomorrow.)
Sunday will be better. Done with the worst of the "this time last week" thoughts.
May 11th will be better. Back to Florida. Hug my mom. Better.