Good Day, Bad Days

Well, kids.  I’m not going to lie.  I had a rough weekend.  I was actually doing fine and thought that I could do two things that I hadn’t done regularly since my dad died – go running and go to church.  I ran once two or three weeks ago, and it was pretty awful.  I made it down the block, but barely.  And I hadn’t tried again.  Finally, this weekend, I thought I would not only go running, but I would start my routine back.  Great idea, right?  It’s been…

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Falling

Last night I put out my fall decorations. I love fall, especially fall decor. Bright oranges, burnt yellows, harvest greens… nothing feels homier. But last night as I lit apple and cinnamon scented candles, a distinct sadness came over me. I think the hardest part of missing my dad are the firsts. Anything I do for the first time without him is really tough. The first college football Saturday without my dad’s obnoxious Gator phone calls, the first soccer practice for Bean, the first day of school. All those firsts…

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