Relationships. They aren’t always easy. At some point, specifically with deep, important ones, conflict will occur. And when it does, we have a choice to “peace out” or “push through.” When my dad died, a lot of ugly bubbled to the surface. Anger. Frustration. Resentment. Loneliness. I was confused at why certain people were not showing up in ways I …
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.
If I were to join your Thanksgiving celebration, come meal time I’d settle in a chair next to you.
Over turkey, mashed potatoes laden with gravy, bowls of creamed corn, and please tell me there will be heaps of pretzel jello salad, I’ll gather with your family- large or small- and the question of What are we thankful for? will surface followed by a merry-go-round of heartfelt responses.
I’m thankful for…