It’s Easter weekend. Mom and I didn’t always go to church on holidays after Dad died because we would sit and look at all the families and it was a reminder of what we lost. I can’t do church on holidays alone now.
Tomorrow I am going to the Inn down the street for brunch. It will be hard because Mom and I went last year. I took pictures. I thought it was a good picture of her but she thought she looked old. I guess you could say it takes courage for me to go and eat alone. As my Dad would say “hey, you gotta eat!” The other day I remembered when we had the food channel and Dad really liked watching Emeril. Emeril would say “and I said to myself SELF” and Dad would yell out SELF. I don’t know why thst popped into my head but it made me laugh.
This past month has been like a roller coaster. Days of feeling quite overwhelmed, the stress of finding a place to live, income tax, cleaning out the house. The joy of finding a place to live and buying new stuff. The excitement of being able to do things that I had to give up.
At the same time I know that after I move it will hit me that I’m leaving the only home I have ever known. Keeping busy means that I can partly avoid it.
The prompt for today is footsteps. I was going to title this post walk with me. I know my family walks beside me. I know my friends do too.