I have been feeling homesick. I want to see my family and be with them. I want hugs from my mom and sisters. I want a hug from DAD. I was already missing him so much when he was at the dairy, and now I miss him sooo much more knowing he will not be there when I get home to give that hug with his enormous hands wrapped around me. It sucks! I am anxiouis about going home in some ways. It will be the first time back since the whole ordeal, and I think the real reality of his absence is going to hit me hard. I will just have to lean on the support of everyone and enjoy my time with all the other wonderful people who are anxious to see us. Dad would want us to have a fun Christmas. He wants us to laugh and be festive. He loved Christmas. One of the cutest memory I will hold of him at Christmas is his craziness of candles that day. I am suprised the house never burnt down! haha. My mom always knew this about my dad, so she would buy tons of candles that matched her Christmas colors for him to light. Sure enough though, it was never enough, and he would start pulling out every candle of every color (yellow, pink, light blue, etc) and light them as well. So cute!
Well, I just wanted to write a bit. My mom went the other day and visited my dad. His pretty plaque had been placed over his grave, and it looked really nice with the wheat framing the edges. It was just so painful to see his name with an ending date. It was a visual reminder of how real this all is. But, this did happen, and now we all have to learn how to cope with it and enjoy things as much as he did. He would be so sad if we didn't.