Each month I vow to post in between the month where Bobby ages a month. Each month life and stuff gets in the way. To touch lightly on the "stuff that gets in the way", I have hired a second lawyer to fight with my dad's widow and for the past week I have had half a house full of inhabitants, including me, with a stomach bug and junk coming out from both end. Is that a good enough excuse from not hitting the blogger world?
Now that I can walk with out getting dizzy I am back to going through my fathers things. It is hard and I cry a lot. Each box opens a new memory. Not just of my father's memory but of my mother. It is hard and my heart is heavy. I am sad.
I think it is not fair that my children will not have grandparents on grandparents day. I hate that my friends with children can go on a date with their spouse while their parents babysit- for free.
The recent holiday brought my brother-in-laws to town to celebrate an honor ceremony for my father. It was special to have such close relatives give my sister a flag and be able to make Dad's grave site holy ground. This gives me such peace and closure to the fiasco that occurred at his funeral.
This blog follows my sad heart. When I post next, in 4 days, for Bobby's 5th birthday, I will be more lively. Promise.