Tom & I just experienced one of the longest weekends of the year so far. I, obviously, wasn’t up for the task as I failed in making it through the whole thing without breaking down into tears.
I tend to deal with stressful situations like a 5 year old; breaking down and crying to the first person who even looks at me. Yesterday was no different. As we were getting ready to walk into the church, and the boys were putting the casket on the carrier, I felt a huge surge of emotion hit me…than the eyes to welled up. The thought of being in the presence of the person in the casket for the last time always seems to be a tough thing for me to grasp, even though I know that person really isn’t in there. Death just doesn’t really make sense to me. Don’t read me wrong here, I know death must happen, but I’ve been unable to explain that to my heart thus far.
On top of the rough weekend, I was dealing with a sick father this past week – something I wasn’t prepared to do until further in life. Dad’s been battling a few things recently, and it has been tough for us all to deal with at times. Long story short, I’m tapped out right now.
I’m ready for a nice few weeks in preparation to Ireland and Mardi Gras.
