Fruit for my father, melon for me. I actually wound up eating an entire cantaloupe yesterday…
…though we wound up sharing some figs in the afternoon.
My dad didn’t enjoy celebrating his life – I don’t remember ANY birthday parties. So, I assumed he probably didn’t want too much fanfare surrounding the anniversary of his death.
I was prepared for August 12th to be horrible but it actually wasn’t. Perhaps because I had a mourning morning in Tahoe already, or maybe because I was prepared/waiting for it. Honestly, I feel like this whole year has been one long grief cycle, honoring my father – I’ve thought of him more in the last 365 days than I did when he was alive.