Not 'cuz anything particularly bad happened ... just 'cuz it was crappy. Tomorrow is the burial, followed by a memorial service, then a reception at our aunt and uncle's house. I'm exhausted just thinking about it. It will be really nice to focus on my dad but really hard to go through hours and hours of well-wishes and hugs from people I barely know. Everyone means well I'm sure but it's so hard to be reminded by the look in people's eyes that all of the sudden my father is gone and they're so sorry.
'Don't mean to sound ungrateful, it just doesn't feel good.
Not to mention today is the 1-year anniversary of my beautiful friend Lisa's untimely death. This tragedy seemed to the first of a series of unfortunate events over the past year.
I'm done with unfortunate events. Will someone please inform God?
Moved 3,000 miles across the country to take care of Dad during his battle with lung cancer. By his side until the day he died. Now trying to pick up the pieces.
About Me
- Teeny Jo
- Mommy to two awesome pooches. Living with the love of my life. In memory of "Dougie" my amazing father: 1950-2007.
My Hero
In those minutes or hours or days that we're able to carry the weight of this disease, that's when life happens. I know that, in the end, my burdens will become too heavy. But I don't see that as a failure. This isn't a contest or a race. We're not being judged against the actions of others. I think there's really only one thing I'm hoping for. When that time comes, I hope I can say, "I did my best." Then I'll know that I won my "fight," that I was able to bear my burdens. That's enough.-Leroy Sievers
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