Today is another year of not being able to celebrate my dad on his birthday. It's an absolutely gorgeous day. With a birthday at the end of April, I have so many memories of celebrating dad on perfect weather days. Dad's birthday on a Sunday is particularly memorable. As a child, Sundays were the only day might dad might not work. I miss him more than I can even put into words, but I also know that anyone who has lost a parent understands what I mean.
There was a part of me that really thought Grandma might not wake up today. It's hard to see her living the way that she is and the way that she never wanted to be. I really thought maybe it would be too much for her to face another birthday of my Dad without him here, and that she would be ready to go see him. Grandpa has been gone over 21 years, and I just suspect she is really to see them all again.
Andrew will be home in about an hour. He and Thomas had a spectacular weekend together, and I know they loved getting to see Andrew's mother. I know she loved having them.
I'm feeling emotional about a lot of things right now, and I can't help but feel some changes are on the horizon. I'm working on holding on to a peaceful feeling and for being grateful for the blessings in life.