So it has come and gone again. The anniversary of Kevin’s death. Year two in the books. Not easier at all. I don’t know if it was harder, but I do know it wasn’t easier. This year Easter fell similar to the year he died. Kevin died on the Sunday before Easter. I pushed to have the funeral on the Thursday before Good Friday. Deliberately so it wouldn’t wreck anyone’s long weekend plans. It likely/probably did, but at least they didn’t have to go to a funeral on one of their days off.
This year, just the way it fell, I found it hard going into the weekend. And it wasn’t just me, his sister, my kids, we all felt it. The memories sit in your heart and hurt with each beat. But more than ever I realize that this is it, what I have now is on me, and I need to appreciate what I have. This is what Kevin fought for, why he went through chemo, what he was so desperately trying to hold on to. Life: to watch his grandkids grow up, to enjoy his family and friends, to explore, create, attempt new things. To see and to be; to wring every bit of enjoyment out of every single day. It’s all right there for anyone who wants it.
So, I just have to figure out how to want it. So far I am not applying myself very well.