Trying to celebrate my husband on Father’s Day because he is the best daddy and deserves all the praise and love for it …. But it’s a day that I grieve so bad. Father’s Day and Christmas are just dark days for me and the guilt is heavy because that’s not fair for anyone.
My brother has stage 4 lung cancer and 3 masses on his brain. He’s on oxygen non stop. He started having seizures today. Watching someone struggle with terminal cancer is the worst thing I have ever experienced. My family is hurting.
It’s 1am and I can’t sleep because I want a Bloody Mary so bad but I’ve never made one at home and the bar is closed tomorrow so .. I’m looking at recipes.
The docs gonna have to give me some sleeping meds bc idk how normal people turn their brain off at bedtime
Brandons work cooks breakfast on Fridays and the office lady - that I just met for the first time last night - brought a plate to my work tor me. I love her already 😭
my dad used to prepare two thanksgiving dinners… one for our family & one for a little old man who didn’t have anyone but wouldn’t come eat at our house. He would deliver a whole feast to this man & have dinner with him. I’ve worried ab that man every year since my dad died.