Today is 2 years since the day my father passed. It is falling on Easter weekend this year. This year feels harder for me than last year. I feel a bit lost, with no where really to turn. More accurately, I have places to turn, because Joe of course is always there for me, but I guess I just don't really even know how to express how I feel. We have had a really tough 2016 already, losing my mother in law, our Nana Moe-moe to cancer in January. I think that is probably why this week, leading up to today has been rough. We're all still struggling to accept the truly sudden loss of Joe's mom. When she first got sick with cancer, we really never imagined that this is where is would end up. She fought so hard though, and we know she is in a better place, pain free.
I am trying very hard not to be caught up in anger again. Joe and I are 35/36 years old and it seems pretty craptastic that we have had to each lose a parent already.
We have a busy day today, so I am hoping the distractions will help me get through the day easily. T ball, then the boys are heading off with Joe for a birthday party. I will be working on Easter bunny "stuff" and then shopping with Mumsy before work. Then, of course, work until close.
Seems appropriate, with Easter being tomorrow, to include this picture. This is my father and I- Easter 1981. He was so handsome (I mean come on, those Grattan blue eyes!) and you can tell how proud he was.
