Then we showered and climbed into our pajamas. I thought it would be nice to have Root Beer Floats (which someone had brought us during the week) and watch "Joe vs. The Volcano" --- Dad's favorite movie.
It was so sweet to watch it. Everything took on a whole new meaning for me. We smiled and cried together as a family. And the Root Beer floats were so yummy. Once the movie was over, Miles and I had to cry a lot.
Everything they say about grief is true. Sometimes I'm fine. Sometimes, like when we first got home and I went upstairs, I lie down on the carpet and have a good cry. Greg came and picked me up. We hugged. I just felt sad that Dad would never come to my house again. He loved it here. He loved when we had parties in my yard. I will miss him sitting at the table with us, deep in conversation. Sometimes I just cry when I think about him.
When the year started, I had two goals: to write everyday and to run a marathon.
I'm clinging to both goals with the tips of my fingernails! But I'm determined to do it. So I will get up tomorrow and run, even though my knee and my heart hurts. And I will work hard to catch up on my writing.
The sunset was beautiful. I love sunsets. Hooper has really awesome ones out west over the Great Salt Lake. The night of Dad's funeral, I took this picture of Mom's little house. It warmed my heart. Dad worked so hard on the "Hawstead" and he loved his "Seven Sisters Saloon." I love seeing the windows glowing with warmth.
Life will go on. And we will be happy. :)
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