Saturday, January 22, 2011


I was sad when I woke up this morning. Not really sure why, I was just sad. I tried to will it away and have a good morning with my family of three. Cha and I snuggled on the couch watching one of our shows until Matt got up and joined us. I got off the couch and made breakfast for the three of us and then we sat down and ate while we talked about the day. So many things to do.

We drove out to the outlets to get new pants for Cha. She has picked up the habit of crawling on the floor for fun, and keeps putting holes in the knees of her pants. The entire drive I continued to feel sad. At one point I started talking to Matt about my Dad which led me to talk about my Mom. Then it hit me that today is the 22nd, four months to the day since my mother died. That explains it I guess.

When we got home I sat down to get caught up on email and my favorite blogs. That's when I learned the terribly sad news about Daria, a breast cancer sister who passed away early this morning. I've been following her journey over the years and prayed for her many times. I cried when I read the post from her husband about her passed. It all happened so fast. Just like my mother, one day she was there and then life was over. I guess it's better than the agony of slow and painful death.

The 22nd is just a sad day, no matter what month.

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