Tuesday May 5th marked one year since my dad's passing. In a way I can't believe it's been a year and then in another way it feels like such a long time ago.
Kaitlynn often looks at the picture book I made her of Dado. She knows who he is and says she remembers him. If you ask her where PawPaw Dado is, she will tell you that he is "night night" or in heaven.
When it is thundering and she says she is scared, I tell her that it's OK, it is just Dado up in heaven bowling and talking about his precious Kaitlynn.
I would like to get some kind of tradition started to remember my dad on May 5th, but this year it was still so fresh and difficult. I kept myself busy because that is my way of trying to cope with it. Maybe next year.