We are coming up on the 9 week mark that our patriarch passed away. We tell each other..."one day at a time". We are doing the best we can to adjust. But I can see that when we truly look at each other, we are all missing my dad. We have an emptiness in our eyes and hearts. We are all trying to be strong and know that only time....along with the Lord, will eventually heal us.
My mom and I survived our trip to Hawaii. We saw a rainbow almost everyday of our trip. We stayed busy and really kept each other occupied. We both are very strong women and we feed off each other when one is feeling down. We will continue to move forward and give our strength to my daughter and other family members who may need it too.
I am continuing to attend class every Friday. I have moved into my own place and have my 2 dogs with me. My oldest son has chosen to not move with me at this time. He feels his time right now is to be spent with my mom, and continue to live with her. We are all very concerned for her and don't really feel shes ready to be by herself. I'm proud of him to take on the responsibility to watch over her. Not what a normal 23 year old would do. I know my dad would be proud of him too.
faith patience and hope....all will be good in the end.
I miss my dad.
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