The Honest Truth

This is the honest truth with me and my two sisters.  It can't be summed up any better.  I'm thinking this will be next year's matching shirts.

New Year, New Box of Kleenex

Another Christmas and another New Year.  It was a definite roller coaster of emotions.  While we had fun spending time together, there was an underlying sadness.  I spent New Year's Eve in TN with my sisters visiting my dad in a spur-of-the-moment trip.  It was nice to have the chance to visit and spend time with my dad (a.k.a. tease my dad) in his last few weeks of life, but it was emotionally draining and so, so sad.  It's sad to think about what could have been.  It's sad to think if only.  It's sad to think what if.  The hardest part was leaving him with hospice, knowing what is to come.  Sigh.

After five days, I boarded the germ-infested plane and came home with a terrible cold that has decided to settle in my chest.  Thanks goodness for Matt and his company's cold medicines.  I've spent the past week sucking down meds, watching movies, and hacking up a lung or two.  I couldn't take sitting around anymore and went outside to shovel yesterday.  I'm hoping the fresh air has helped to knock out some of the congestion. I'm so tired of blowing my nose and coughing.  Cough.