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wakeiseiyoSeven years as of today. :/
And just like seven years ago, it's the Friday before Labor Day again. Longest damn weekend of my life.
Ironically, this was the first year I'd actually NOT thought about it until Mom brought it up earlier this evening - I don't know if I should be mad that I forgot or glad the grieving process has changed. On the other hand, I spent most of my free time today working on a writing piece set in the cemetery where his ashes are interred, which I started when we visited on his birthday in June. So it's an odd little mix in my head, lately.
Not really sure what else to even say about it, you know? I'm all over the map right now.
(ETA: Oddly appropo.)
And just like seven years ago, it's the Friday before Labor Day again. Longest damn weekend of my life.
Ironically, this was the first year I'd actually NOT thought about it until Mom brought it up earlier this evening - I don't know if I should be mad that I forgot or glad the grieving process has changed. On the other hand, I spent most of my free time today working on a writing piece set in the cemetery where his ashes are interred, which I started when we visited on his birthday in June. So it's an odd little mix in my head, lately.
Not really sure what else to even say about it, you know? I'm all over the map right now.
(ETA: Oddly appropo.)
