Wednesday, June 11, 2008

We've made it through a year now.

My father died one year ago today. I knew today would be a big step for my mother. Knowing that she made it through the first whole year of holidays and anniversaries without him is a big step. This past year, every special occasion was hard.

My mother went to put some fresh flowers on his grave yesterday and saw that someone had come by and glued a golf ball to the flat slab of his grave. She said she just sat down and cried and cried. Not because she was upset, but because she was so pleased that someone remembered that it had been a year. She said it helped a lot, because she had been blue remembering the events that led up to this time last year. The surprise of seeing the golf ball gave her a good cathartic cry and she said she felt much better today. I hope things will be a little easier this year for her.

Bye Daddy, I miss you.

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