My dad passed away one year ago today and it's been the most challenging time period of my life. I still find myself reliving those last few months - the last Thanksgiving he was at our house, the final time my girls saw him, multiple times in the hospital near the end, seeing EMTs in the living room where I grew up. It was a dreadful time.I took this picture sometime the day after. I don't know why either - probably just thinking that it was a weird tension between what the balloons represented versus reality.
If you are going through something like this, give yourself lots of grace and time. It gets better.
PS - My mother is scheduled to move on Friday to a retirement community. Hoping it is the best for everyone.
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