Father’s Day

Father’s Day used to be the one day a year I dreaded the most.  My father died what will be eight years ago this July from lung cancer so while others happily celebrated, I would burrow myself in old photos and tears.  In my mind, I could see the look of disappointment across my fathers face, but I couldn’t help it.  I had so much I wanted to tell him and the regret I felt for not sharing how much he meant to me would be something that still haunts me to this day.  But I’ve realized living a life of regret can taint the soul.  Each year I would try to pick up the lost pieces of my broken heart and put that energy into something positive.  I...
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It’s setting in

Last night as I watched the Rabbi say “Lola” during the reading of the mishaberach (healing) list, I couldn’t help but break down.  I didn’t need consoling from Rob and he got that.  I just needed a moment to cry it out.  To let my heavy heart hurt for a minute and accept the reality of what had happened this past week. So much has happened in a short period of time and I don’t think I was in a frame of mind to actually process it.  Last Saturday, I was trekking all around the hotel with Lola and now one week later she is basically in a type of quarantine.   I have had moments of incredible sadness and moments of sheer anger.  Why our baby?  Why Lola?...
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