Last week was bittersweet. My mom came to visit- which was wonderful. My dad not being here- incredibly painful. The loss feels so much more real when there is an empty seat, words not said, and laughter not heard. The blank space where he should have been felt, at times, overwhelming and suffocating.
It wasn't all sad. My grandparents, his parents, celebrated their 65th wedding anniversary. The family all came to Wisconsin for a dinner celebration, some bonding and some much needed togetherness. Their faces, smile and hugs- all so much like my dad's- were incredibly healing.
The little ones played and held the sweetest of hands. We took plenty of pictures and made some new memories.
I'm an only child, so these cousins were the closest thing to siblings I ever knew. Their support through these last few months has been incredible. I can't even say how comforting their hugs and words and presence has been. I wish I could see my family more often. They are my people and I love them.