It is truely amazing to me the difference a year can make, 365 day, 8760 hours. This time last year I was in Texas, trying (unseccessfully I might add) to help my dad get his health in order. I had just moved into his townhouse, although I had been down there for over week already. Being there, was terifying, I thought I was going to loose him and the wrost part was that he didn’t seem to care. The hardest part was that I had no one to talk to about it, no one to support me. I was down there all alone.
Now a year later, dad’s health is somewhat better but he is still not following his doctors orders and because of it someday we will lose him, sooner than would be necssary. The scariest part is I fear that I will lose him before he will ever see me married, or with kids. My kids, if and when I have them, will never have the opportunity to meet their Opa. It is heartbreaking.
It is the night before Halloween, and before last year it would have been getting ready for one of my most favorite days of the year. Last year was the first time in my 32 years that I had not dressed up for Halloween. It was depressing. This year I have had no motivation to get ready, Greg brough up my decor on October 1st for me. I didn’t even start to put things up until last week, and I only 1/2 assed it, my hear was not in it. I don’t have a costume again this year as I have not been able to work up the excitement or motivation for it. I was so sad last year to not be at home dressing up and hosting a party, this year I just want to stay in bed and not deal with anyone. What happened to the girl who loved this day? Who looked forward to it all year round?
Where is my joy?