“How was your Thanksgiving?” you ask.
We did what everyone else did.
We gathered around the table,
we ate, we talked, we laughed sometimes.
But most of all, deep inside, we hurt.
We cried, we talked about Tris,
we remembered good times
and a few more tears fell.
The sadness of missing him
has settled deep.
His presence was so large, so full of life,
there is a lot about him to miss.
It is just unbelievable what a hole
one person can leave.
We put our best foot forward
since the Holidays give us no choice
but to face life head on.
It wasn’t easy,
sometimes it felt downright unbearable,
but we tried and with the trying,
there was grace, once again sustaining us.
Children crave normalcy
so for their sake, we had to try.
Madison had a good time Thursday.
Now guess what they think they “need” around this place.
Grandpa loaded all the littles up for a ride.
The oversize load behind him followed for back up.
Tris is often in our conversations.
Looking through photo albums,
laughing at his jokes,
talking about his likes and dislikes,
the things he did and said.
(all of which were many)
We even went out to eat one time because tired minds
have a hard time thinking of something to cook all the time.
Beside Grandpa’s fireplace is the best place to set up a game.
Their parents don’t play games but the kids seem to like it.
Saturday mornings at Grandma’s call for pancakes.
Grandma usually makes big ones
but when the favorite aunt comes to visit,
she makes fun size pancakes.
How many silver dollar pancakes can you eat?
Tris’ shop is a good place for little people
with lots of energy to hang out,
especially on rainy days.
Days that are dreary and rainy make
grief-walking even more difficult.
The cloudy winter days in our future look long
but one thing we have learned
is to take one day at a time.
Tomorrow doesn’t matter, only today.
This little chair was just her thing!
She read one book after another
with her little feet all relaxed.
Someone’s sense of humor is still intact
because we found a bag of turkey bones
under Eric’s seat on the way home.
They thought he might need a snack. 🙂
So the questions remains,
“How was the weekend?”
Good and bad.
Good to spend time with family again.
Hard to see what a hole is left in our family.
Good to see the small amount of progress we’ve made.
Sad to think of moving on without him.
To sum up and answer,