It's Been A Year

It's been a year and a day.  Dad died on January 28, 2008.  I miss him every day.  It still hurts.  Somehow, I thought it would get better.  I know in time it will, but there hasn't been enough time yet.  The photo above was taken on the annual trek to Florida in Spring 2007 with the kids.  It was done on Easter Sunday.

I find myself crying at odd things -- when Amazing Grace is played at church.  When I see an older man who looks like him -- baseball cap covering the mostly bald head with a big smile for passing children.  

In the snow and rain we drove to the cemetery in North Jersey yesterday.  In the rain, I stood and cried.  I really didn't want to bring the kids with me, but there was no school due to the weather.  We all stood and cried.  Loving hubby took the kids back to the car so I could have some time alone with Dad.  

We headed home and to have a Mass for dad at church.  Except the Rector forgot.  Ok, I'm human too, but I'm very angry.  I know that I should get angry at anyone, especially clergy, but I'm really ticked off.  I might get past it, but I don't know.  I haven't been this angry since I stopped practicing law full time.  

The hurt is deep.  I miss him terribly.  I love you, Dad.