So. I have a confession. I'm sitting here watching The Bachelor: The Women Tell All, and I'm a little ashamed of myself. I (usually) don't watch reality TV! I started watching The Bachelor during Ben's season. When he chose Lauren instead of Jo-Jo, I was soooo disappointed. So when I found out she would be the Bachelorette, I knew I would watch. And I did. Then Bachelor in Paradise.
So. Moving on... Less than one week until spring break, and I. Can't. Wait. I have no specific plans except to see a couple of movies. I'll get to see my kids who will be home from college. I will gt to sleep as late as I want. That's the most important thing! Hahaha! No, of course the kids are, but sleep is a close second.
My house has a big hole in the kitchen roof. Our upstairs shower leaked and we had to get the rotten sheetrock off the celing. Trouble is, we don't know if we want to put the time and money into remodeling now, or just put a "bandaid" on it for now and remodel later. It's a tough decision. We may only be in this house for two or three more years. When all the kids are living on their own, we won't need all the space.
And now, Coffee Chat. Our hostess asks us...
Who do you miss?
Easily, without a single doubt in my mind, my father. I don't want to go into details because I have written about him and what happened several times. You can read about it here or here. This is a picture of me with my dad peeking out behind me. It was taken in 1986, I think. I was 21. He was the age I am now, 51.
My dad passed away unexpectedly in 2004. He wasn't sick. It was medically related, not an accident, but he was the picture of health one minute, and gong the next.
He was my hero and my rescuer. I loved him so much. Still do. I don't think I have gone through all of the stages of grief. I function better by being in denial. I'm just afraid that one day it is going to hit me so hard, I may end up in the crazy house. I miss him every single day.
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