Today would be my fathers 63rd birthday. Its a hard day for my family as we realize that this birthday is different from any we have had in the past.
This year we will not get the usual chocolate cake that he loved so much. He never wanted presents and my mom always got him something.
My father passed away on March 26th, 2013. I still just can't believe he is gone. It doesn't feel real. The last time I saw him was March 17th. He had been suddenly admitted to the hospital on Thursday. He had been moved out of CCU and in a normal room just waiting for the okay to head home. He was fine. He was his normal, joking self. He was so adamant about us heading back to Dallas. He even booked our flight. He was back home on Monday and I never thought that a week later all this would happen.
It's been such a hectic, sad, stressful and overwhelming few weeks. It's hard to ignore the sadness and stress in my face. I'm trying to shift my energy to keeping busy. I've been working on all my antiquing projects and spending time at the gym. The amount of support I've received from friends and loved ones has been so kind. To have a hard day and then get a text or facebook message, really helps! I'm trying to take baby steps to starting to socialize, going out a little bit more, ect.
I felt like I needed to acknowledge this time of my life before I get back to my regular post. I have a few in my draft folder that I'll probably start publishing this week.