Happy Birthday Papa

Today was my father's 73rd birthday. It was subdued yet strangely calm and non-stressful. There were some very sad moments for me and my dad; it was the first birthday of a long line of birthdays, holidays and other family occasions without my mom. I missed her so much the past 2 days, I've barely been functional. Add to that a massive row with Jeremy about stupid shit (religion). When I woke up this morning though, I felt much better and more clear-headed and not nearly as tearful and zombie like. I made it to Confession for Divine Mercy Sunday tomorrow and cannot wait to have the past 18 months washed clean away; gone, kaput.