I haven’t posted for awhile. I still monitor the site and answer all my email and comments. I guess after awhile there isn’t a lot to say that hasn’t already been said. I still get sad, I still miss him every day. I can’t believe that is has almost been 3 years since he died and almost 4 since he was diagnosed. Like I always say, it goes by fast, but yet so slow.
My mom is doing well. She is still serving a mission for her church. She will be done in July. She has been talking about selling her house and buying something smaller. She really has no attachment to her house. They moved into it only 5 months before my dad got sick. So it really only has memories of him being sick there. I won’t be sad to not have to visit that house anymore for sure.
My daughter is getting baptized in a few months and I asked her who she wanted to perform her baptism. Immediately she said Grandpa (yeah me too). Then we were talking a different day about who we would invite to her baptism and we said Grandpa and Grandma (meaning my husband’s parents) and she got all excited for a minute “Grandpa is going to be there? Oh yeah, he can’t.” That split second of excitement in her was sad. It’s hard to understand the completeness of death as a young child. We always reassure her she will see him again.
We put up our tree this weekend. The first ornament now is my dad’s BYU ornament. I got a little teary when I put it up. Christmas isn’t the same without dad.