I came home to my wife crying today. Tomorrow is Tim's birthday. And she was so upset she thought it was today -- and finding out it's really tomorrow only made it worse.
It's been over a month since we lost her father. The funeral was nice enough, with full military honors. (He was a veteran of WWII, Korea, AND Nam! He earned it.) But it's rough. Having lost two close family members in one year is too many. (Two too many?) Even though we had been expecting it with Jack for a few years, it still hit hard. But he's at peace now, and out of pain.
We keep going, because we have no real choice. (Well, we do have a choice, but the choice to not keep going is not one we choose. We have to honor their memory by keeping it alive as long as we can.)
