Kristi texted me today: "Where are the pictures from Father's Day?"
I may have avoided this post just because it was the first Father's Day without our dad. It was a crappy day but I think we all felt some peace, too. Hard to explain.
A few notes:
My boys love cemeteries. They love stomping on people's headstones and walking disrespectfully over final resting spots.
My dad would've thought that was funny.
Another note -- cemeteries are pretty crowded on Father's Day. I had no idea. And isn't the view from my dad's plot gorgeous? He would've liked that, too.
[Left to right: Mystery Wheelchair Man, Kristi, Tommy holding Len, Mom, Kari]
Grief is a complex process. For me it began selfishly; feeling sorry for MY loss. Feeling sad for our family's loss. Feeling guilt, feeling regret. It has slowly progressed into acceptance of our new reality; acceptance of what our family looks and feels like now. It is very different. But I feel more joy for him now and more hope for us. We are okay and he is even better.