As most of you probably know, my father passed away unexpectedly this past August. It’s coming up on 5 months since he passed and it seems like it just happened. Time seems to have a different meaning to me over these past months. You always hear people say “there are good days and bad days” when they explain to people how they’re doing after losing a loved one. I never fully understood what they meant by that statement. Now I do. Literally, there are good days and bad days. For me, 99% of my days are good. I don’t dwell on the loss and sometimes don’t even find myself thinking about it. Then there is the remaining 1%. Those days are bad because I’ll run across an old email, a photo, a card, or just some item dealing with the estate. I think that my bad days consist of mostly small bouts of depression or sadness just realizing how much work I have left to do or how much I truly miss my dad. I don’t’ think that the “bad” days will ever stop happening. They’ll probably become much less frequent in the future and maybe I will even be able to stop calling them “bad days”. Only time will tell. I wanted to say thanks to all my friends who have made my life truly great. I’m sure you know how much I appreciate you but it never hurts to say it again.

I’m never sure about posting items like this. I don’t want to be a “Debbie Downer” but, at the same time, I think writing about this sort of stuff helps with the whole process and most of you probably care about me enough that you don’t mind that I’m writing about it.