It's been a year since my dad died. The actual "day" is tomorrow, the ninth, but it happened on a Sunday morning.
Some days I am fine.
Other days, not so much. My heart just hurts.
I was reminded of this photo a few weeks ago.
I sat and cried when they sent me this photo last year. I sat and cried again when I realized I had saved it to my computer. These friends are so dear to me.
I've received many emails and texts and letters this week from people telling me they're thinking of me and praying for me, and I'm grateful for each and every one of those notes and the kindness that prompted them. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.