milestone past
When my father died, it was very difficult to get through that first year. Every holiday, or other important day, was labelled “the first [insert day here] without Dad.” (Mind you, in a perfect world, it would have been “the first married [insert day here],” but fate decided otherwise.)
It turns out it’s much the same with separation and divorce. I’ve already had my first Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s, and Valentine’s Day without Michael. Hell, I’ve even had the Fourth of July.
But yesterday was the big one. I have now officially experienced my first Un-Anniversary — the first occurrance of what used to be our wedding anniversary. I took off from work — a good thing, since I was mood-swinging like mad. (Ever cried to “X-Men 2?” No, neither had I, until yesterday.)
I have made it to the other side.
Breathe out!
Categorized as true life
Hugs. Loooots of hugs. (And actually, yes, I’ve cried to X2, also, for similar but different reasons.)
I stumbled across your site tonight quite by accident. I’m glad I found it. You have a gentle way about you that shows up in your writing…I hope you thrive through this difficult transition.
Someone new…
David
Roe,
My 59th birthday was last month, and while I know nothing of your father, I can only conclude he felt himself the most fortunate of men to have a daughter like you…I know I would.