The Best Worst Day

Mary Beth summed up the day Dad died beautifully. She said it was the "Best worst day" we ever had. I think that describes November 15, 2011 perfectly.

Although I'm certain my heart literally broke that day I also know we were given such a tremendous gift. The time we were able to share with Dad is something I will always treasure.

I do not want this blog to become my grief journal, but there are so many things I want I need to write about. Things I don't ever want to forget...things that are weighing so heavy on my heart...and also moments of laughter and incredible joy.

Please be patient with me.