I know it is the end of April, and I will address that, but since 2017, and then 2018, this has been an ambivalent day, as far as I am concerned.
First, and foremost, it is the birhtday of my father. He would have been 106 today, and while I had hopes he would make it to 105, he clocked out, in 2018, at 102. Of his family, only his mother and he crossed the three digit threshold. Pictured above is St. Josesph's Church, in Downingtown, PA, not far from my sister, and right near my nephew, his wife, and family. It is where, in May of 2018, we had the funeral mass for my father. It was a sad day, but everything went right.
Still, the loss is remembered on this day.
Add to that is another loss; on this date, in 2017, my childhood friend, Doug, (we knew each other since kindergarten!!!!!!!!!) died. How I wished it had been another day. Alas...................
So, it is a hard day for me. Come to think of it, so is the month of April. My mother died on April 2, 1979, her mother on April 22, 1978, and my sister's husband died on April 5, 2008. So, for our family, T.S. Eliot was right, "April is the cruelest month...."
Sigh......................................
2 comments:
somehow we got through another April.
A sad month indeed.
Victoria,
Yes, indeed, we made it!
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