November 9

Grateful for: weekends, diffusing Holiday Joy, and remembering Dad.

It has been six months since Dad died. That does not seem possible. I miss him so much. So many conversations I have had in my heart – out loud in my Jeep. Driving. Sitting. Walking. Wondering. So much has happened. So much has changed. He is not here, yet he is. Every so often, I am slammed with a memory of our last days together. I literally need to pause and take deep breathes, let the tears come and remember. I am grateful for it all. I hold all the joy and the sorrow today.