Hard to believe it is already 2008.   In January the 1st year anniversary of my Dad's death occurred.  They say that the 1st year is always the hardest.   I thought I had finished grieving, but Christmas was hard.  We were setting up the tree and I pulled out a box with writing in my Dad's hand and it just brought an unexpected wave of great sadness.

 

I organized a dinner on the anniversary of his death for my mom to get out of her care home and my cousins and aunt to come for dinner.  Unfortunately in was not meant to be.  My aunt was sick, my mom was sick and I was sick.  I hope to reschedule soon.

 

My mom still continues to battle periodic infections, she had to have an IV in January and now she is back on orals due to a recurring UTI.

 

My mom's roommate has also been really sick the last couple of week.  I am praying for both of them to get well soon.