Holidays, the lot of them, are going to be a bit interesting for the coming year. They will all be firsts, the firsts of flying solo on a holiday. It reminds me of the year after Dad died when each holiday felt different knowing he would not be there. That’s the thing about grief, it is the knowing that you cannot change it and yet you still need to move thru it.
My Mom had been encouraging me to come to La Jolla especially in light of the recent epically hot, heat wave in Phoenix. The week of the heat wave packing sounded particularly daunting. Well, anything sounds daunting when it is above 116 outside for multiple days.