Five (5) is number used to count things, like fingers on one hand, and toes on one foot, and letters in my middle name and the hubby's first name, and the number of weeks since my Dad died as of today.
A couple of big "firsts" have passed since I last wrote in here. We reached the first month without my Dad. That hit me hard. I didn't want August to end because August was the last month he was here. Know what I mean? September is my favorite month of the year, but this year September would be the first month of the rest of my life without my Dad.
And my first birthday (and a milestone one at that) without my Dad. I usually love my birthday, and probably make a bigger deal out of it than an adult should. But this year, I can honestly say I could not have cared less about it. It really was just another day. A day I dreaded. I've NEVER ever in the history of, well, in half a century I've never dreaded my birthday, until a few weeks ago.
I don't know what else I was going to say today. I've got a lot to get done today so I should probably stop sitting here trying to make myself sadder and actually try to accomplish something. TTYL!
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