. . . Eight days is not long enough for me to gather my thoughts, feelings, and emotions so that I could process them through my brain and turn them into words that share the wonder that was my dad.
I’m not even sure where to go from here, with this post anyway. I’m not able to delve into who my dad was to me, and even when I am ready I’m not sure I’ll even share it here.
But I want to keep writing.
I got my knack for writing from him, you know. He was a writer of songs, poems, and short stories. And he was good. Really good.
Last week was the worst week of my life.
But it ended on a sweet note. My brother’s wife gave birth to their daughter Emilee, hours after we buried Dad.
Talk about an emotional roller coaster.
I am doing o.k. We are back home, and I am trying to ‘do life’ as usual, but I’m having a hard time making myself do much of anything except making sure Hannah Grace is taken care of and getting dinner on the table.
I know, one day at a time.
Blog posts will vary in topic for awhile. One may be about my dad and another will be about something completely superficial (like the neatness of Pinterest).
I just need to keep writing.
Definitely keep writing. I am still blown away by the birth of your niece happening just hours after your dad’s funeral, but at the same time, I had wondered if it would happen. Still thinking of you.
pintrest! Yea, go into a very good detail on this site!
Did you make crockpot lasagna tonight?
If I’m going to a place for dessert, I’m not concerned about my health, ha! I pretty much just get strawberries for my topping, regardless of where I am, though sometimes I get chocolate chips too. I don’t like having a lot of sweet toppings, it makes me feel a little bleh afterward.
He did not! He thought about it, but ultimately did not make it.