Monday, July 4, 2011
What a difference a year makes...
The following year, we had just returned home from her funeral on the 4th and I was not in the mood for celebrating. The girls made plans to go without me. I was fine with that (or as fine as I was going to get for a while.) I'm not sure what I was doing on the 4th in 2009, but I'm pretty sure it didn't include the fireworks display.
Last year, all my girls went up to Starkville and spent the 4th with school friends of the eldest. Mr. H and I stayed home and enjoyed the time alone.
This year, I think I'm ready. But I can already feel the sorrow creeping up on me. I still remember that last Independence Day I shared with her. It's amazing how that feeling of loss will stab you sharply when you least expect it.