Well, today was the day.
1 year. 1 whole freaking year.
1 year ago today was THE worst day of my life.
Well, worst week really. Okay worst year??
It's hard to believe my Dad has been gone for a whole year.
A lot happens in one year.
I feel like I've lost a year.
I look at my kids and they're a year older.
I look at me, I look older.
The calendar says a year has passed.
I don't remember much. It's almost like I've been in a fog, a coma, if you will, but a coma where I'm awake and alive, just not on the inside.
It's been a crappy year, I'm just going to be honest with you.
And I miss my Dad.
We spent the previous weekend at my brother's house, sledding, eating chili and relaxing, much like we did last year. It was necessary, I think, for us to try and reenact the events of the previous year, as if, even for a single moment, we could have him, or more like the memory of him, back with us. And it was hard. Way harder than I ever thought it would be. The sky was the same color, the snow covered mountains were the same as I remembered them. It was all the same, and yet a whole year had passed...and it was all totally and completely different.
|My Baby Mia, last year, 9 months old|
|My baby Mia, this year, wearing the same clothes, 1 1/2 years old.|
|Some of us, 2012|