This transition into the new year was really hard. My dad's birthday was January 7th. Instead of celebrating with him, i went to the cemetery and laid flowers on the disturbed earth where we buried him 5 months ago. There is no gravestone yet. I suppose that's better, as i know seeing his name etched in stone will be greatly upsetting.
I found this on a blog this week:
Yes. I need to do that. What makes me happy and what do i need to do more of?
Travel. Specifically of the passport stamping kind.
Theater. Specifically of the musical variety.
Shopping. Specifically of the clearance deals.
Reading. Specifically of the women centered fiction genres.
Sunday. Specifically of the feline that is mine.
The boyfriend. Specifically focusing on demonstrating how much i love and appreciate him and his genius ways.
Sheryl Crow asked "If it makes you happy, why the hell are you so sad?" Because you have to actually DO the things that make you happy. Travel costs money, but i love it. It doesn't do any good to want to travel and not actually do it. You can't take your money with you when you leave this earth.
So we're going to Aruba for two weeks in the spring. Aruba was my dad's favorite place in the world-he and my step mom were even declared honorary citizens by the government and were written up in the local newspaper. Even last year, in between rounds of chemo, he fought to be able to go and feared it was his last visit. I know he'd be thrilled for us to experience and share his love of this island, and it is my way of honoring him this first year the island will be without him.
All the while doing more of what makes me happy.
So what do you need to do more of?