Thanksgiving was hard. I suppose it would have been worse with dad in a wheelchair with a feeding tube, but it was hard.
I find the more time goes by the harder it get. Like your brain can finally start to grasp the idea that he is not coming back. Ever. Also, the more time goes by the more others forget or think you should have "moved on." Which leaves you kind of on your own to deal with things. The few people that still remember and ask about it really mean a lot. I don't think you understand until you are in the situation how much you need that support. Especially around the holidays. It will be 6 months in 2 weeks. Hard to comprehend.
Whenever I start to feel like I'm forgetting his voice I say the words "sure love you, dear" in my head and it instantly comes back.
Piper started throwing up late Saturday night and has been throwing up everything since. (today was day 4) Long. Long. 4 days. Luckily everyone else still feels well. Today when she was in the bath, with her skinny little body and sunken in face, she was looking at herself in the bathtub faucet...
"I look like one sick little giraffe."
And she kind of did.
10:56 p.m. - 2013-12-04
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