This year Kenzie rides the "late bus" by herself. She was feeling very alone this morning!
I never received a postcard saying when Kenzie's bus would arrive like I did for the other children. It was so late, I was beginning to wonder if they knew they were to pick her up!
After 15 minutes of standing, she had to sit down to wait for the bus!
Finally! With the oldest six at school and Kaden still sleeping, I had almost an hour to myself. I wasn't sure where to begin! I had a short chat on the phone with Dottie, folded some laundry and did a little decluttering. I also started writing the thank you notes to those involved in helping Dad through his illness, death and his funeral service and burial. My goal is to write some each day until I have them all done. It's hard. Writing those notes is emotional, my heart aches and the tears flow. I miss my father.
I never received a postcard saying when Kenzie's bus would arrive like I did for the other children. It was so late, I was beginning to wonder if they knew they were to pick her up!
After 15 minutes of standing, she had to sit down to wait for the bus!
Finally! With the oldest six at school and Kaden still sleeping, I had almost an hour to myself. I wasn't sure where to begin! I had a short chat on the phone with Dottie, folded some laundry and did a little decluttering. I also started writing the thank you notes to those involved in helping Dad through his illness, death and his funeral service and burial. My goal is to write some each day until I have them all done. It's hard. Writing those notes is emotional, my heart aches and the tears flow. I miss my father.
2 comments:
My heart hurts for you.
Nice shorts! :-)
Maybe a few notes each day will continue to help you get through missing him so. Wish I were there!
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