I think I may have expected too much too soon. My dad has only been gone one month. I want to feel better and forget all the sadness but it just won’t go away. When I am holding my new grandson or playing with my youngest granddaughter, it seems to be gone. When I was with my older grandson and granddaughter in Alabama, it didn’t come around all day either. It’s the dang nights that are so hard. If I could just sleep. I don’t think I have been able to go to bed before 1:00 am once since CFC died. I think it’s the dreams that are driving me to stay awake. I am so tired of dreaming about him dying. So there, late at night, lies the funk, ready to grab me and hang on night after night. I am starting to get irritated.
Speaking of irritated, don’t you just love Thanksgiving and the family drama that shows up uninvited every year? Yeah, me too. We had an awesome Thanksgiving in Florida with our middle son and his family. Amy, our daughter-in-law, prepared an absolutely beautiful table filled with delicious offerings. Then, just when I thought I had experienced the near perfect drama-free holiday, I got the bright idea to call one of my sisters and wish her a Happy Turkey Day. So, how did that work out for me, you ask? Don’t ask! Thank you, Lord for holidays that only come once a year. Amen!
I truly am thankful for so many things including your comments. Thanks to all of you great folks for your suggestions regarding my measly $35 offering. I think I have a winning idea. I will let you know how it works out next week when I return to Oklahoma.
Now, about this week and #2 on The List. I actually already did this one years ago. I plan on doing it again in some form if possible when I go home next week. Until I get home, I think I'll tell you about the first time. It’s a long story that will need editing since I LOVE to talk/type so check back on Sunday for the condensed version. Until then …