Here’s the deal.
Grief sucks. And the anniversary of a loved one’s passing doesn’t wave a magic wand making sadness and pain disappear.
April 2nd was Dad’s 1st anniversary.
Surviving the muddiest and most eye-opening year was no small feat, yet I’m glad the annual “firsts” are behind.
On the night of his anniversary, apparently a train ran over me because in the morning blankets had sucked me further under the covers, and chilly air tempted me to stay in jammies and drink mint tea all.day.long. At dawn, I didn’t want to get out and help little boys brush teeth, put their shoes on, or find backpacks.