It was my intention to get myself up and moving by June 1st. I got myself moving on May 27th, when my father went into the hospital for dehydration. Unfortunately, he never came home. It turned out that he had T-Cell Lymphoma, and an aggressive form at that. He died on June 25 while I was watching him. I still can’t believe it. Before Memorial Day, he was still driving us around and making us breakfast and loads of other things. I miss him so much.
But, in order for me to not fall into another horrible depression, I have to move forward. I am not going to beat myself up for all of the things I said I was going to do and didn’t. I am going to take what works and do it more, and what doesn’t work, I will leave it behind. Life is too short!
My dad lived a very full life of 76 years, but it seems much too short to me! I always told him I expected him to live to 120 years old. He gave it his best shot.
This is my family at Easter 2013.