Sunday Sunday Sunday!
Sunday isn't supposed to be a busy day, but it turned out to be busy. Today I wanted to sleep in, watch my recording of the new episode of Saturday Night Live, get groceries for the week and then take a shower. I JUST got a shower an hour ago.
Sean wanted to go to CVS and print out a few pictures for the shadow box of Pete's stuff for the funeral this week. The photo system was slow and wasn't working fast enough for him so he was frustrated and cussing at the machine. Fun times..
Today is Pete's birthday. He would've turned 79. Instead that birthday is in Heaven. Sean has been emotional today which is expected. I am sad, but I haven't shown it as much as he has. I miss his parents. They were lively and fun. Covid took them and left us with horrible memories. I can't help but get mad with people who don't view the virus as a threat. It's not fair and I hate it.
Their joint funeral is this Thursday in Florida. It is at a Florida National Cemetery location in Bushnell. His dad was in the navy so it will be a military service. I have never been to one of those before so I don't know what to expect. Jolie, Sean's sister is supposed to sing a couple of songs while his brothers recite some poetry. It is what his parents requested so we are trying to honor their wishes. It is hard because I still don't want to believe they are gone. It will be a hard day. The kids are coming with us and they haven't ever been to ANY funeral, but I know they'll be emotional as everyone will I'm sure.
I don't want to stay long in Florida because COVID cases are still bad. I want to come back home as soon as possible and be in my own bed, in my own world. Is that selfish? I don't think so. I want it to be over, but grief doesn't go away. There isn't a deadline. It just changes as time goes on.
I want to continue typing, but I don't know what else to say. Tomorrow is Monday.
Sean wanted to go to CVS and print out a few pictures for the shadow box of Pete's stuff for the funeral this week. The photo system was slow and wasn't working fast enough for him so he was frustrated and cussing at the machine. Fun times..
Today is Pete's birthday. He would've turned 79. Instead that birthday is in Heaven. Sean has been emotional today which is expected. I am sad, but I haven't shown it as much as he has. I miss his parents. They were lively and fun. Covid took them and left us with horrible memories. I can't help but get mad with people who don't view the virus as a threat. It's not fair and I hate it.
Their joint funeral is this Thursday in Florida. It is at a Florida National Cemetery location in Bushnell. His dad was in the navy so it will be a military service. I have never been to one of those before so I don't know what to expect. Jolie, Sean's sister is supposed to sing a couple of songs while his brothers recite some poetry. It is what his parents requested so we are trying to honor their wishes. It is hard because I still don't want to believe they are gone. It will be a hard day. The kids are coming with us and they haven't ever been to ANY funeral, but I know they'll be emotional as everyone will I'm sure.
I don't want to stay long in Florida because COVID cases are still bad. I want to come back home as soon as possible and be in my own bed, in my own world. Is that selfish? I don't think so. I want it to be over, but grief doesn't go away. There isn't a deadline. It just changes as time goes on.
I want to continue typing, but I don't know what else to say. Tomorrow is Monday.