366 days -- I knew this was going to be a tough week .. we're super busy at the office (farm deadline is rapidly approaching, people are crazy) and the memories, moments and reminders just keep popping up ...
one freaking year -- I told Mom yesterday at times it felt like yesterday and at times it seems like a decade ago .. this grief thing is weird .. really weird .. there is no guidebook and as we struggle with our own challenges it just gets weirder ..
I miss the early morning chats, the constant weather updates - the advice -- the one liners -- the encouragement when life was difficult ...
I don't think during his last year - I saw his pain, it was there, it was hidden until the end -- I wish he hadn't hid it so well or that my blinders hid it from me ... he was one tough cookie thru it all .. it's hard to say this -- but when his fight got to be difficult I'm glad it was a fast end .. we can only hope that is true for all of us ... I'm not sure I'll ever be that strong --
I am so grateful for the family, friends and office crew that have propped me up, kept me going and listened to all my ranting -- and reminded me -- " your Dad would be so proud of everything you've accomplished this last year" .. it really doesn't feel like I accomplished a lot - other than adapt to a new normal .. and am still adapting --
I miss him so much -- I keep telling myself every sunrise and every sunset is a message that everything is going to be okay -- lots of life lessons every day ..
(okay this has taken three tissues, maybe four ... to type -- and I can hear the voice telling me -- "it's going to be all right -- one foot at a time" )