For some reason today, I’m just NOT in the best mood. This anniversary stuff popping in my head is making me struggle more than normal. That, and some serious talking with a dear friend last night has got my mind just swirling again, questioning my choices, trying to understand why I can get nothing done at home, and why I just want to get away for a while.
I have a 4 day weekend coming up. I should just leave. But, once again, I’ve made promises. Of course, I could take off Friday after work and I don’t HAVE to be anywhere till church Sunday morning. And I don’t even HAVE to be there for that. I don’t HAVE to be anywhere till Wednesday morning. I scoop up Grandson #6 on Sunday, and take off. To parts unknown.
I wish people would promise ME like I do them. I help my family. I can’t get them to come to my house. I have some serious house issues needing resolution. I need this shit DONE.
One year ago today I was in Canada with Nick. He slept most of the time we were there but we still managed to do things. Like this photo, paddle boating around the lake. It was awesome. My legs got a real work out! Nick didn’t have the strength to help much. I didn’t care.
I was just happy to be where he was, making the last of his time fun and worthwhile.
How little did we know how short that time would be.
One month after this photo was taken, I was at the funeral, trying to make sense of it all.