Posted on November 23, 2015
I remember the first Thanksgiving without him. The first real holiday we would gather and my husband of 25 years and father to our three sons would not be there. He died almost 5 months before, and I felt nowhere near ready to face a holiday such as this.
It is hard not to try and overcompensate. It is hard not to try and be everything your children’s dad can no longer be in their lives. It is hard to remember, and accept, that I am not called to be both a father and mother to my boys. It is hard to rest in […]