Well, well, well... once again I have neglected my blog(s). Yea that has an "s" on the end.
Although The Nester passed the torch last year, and oh, it's not October. I do plan on picking a topic and writing about it in November. Topic to be chosen and revealed soon.
Onto I Just Can't Even.
I just can't even believe it's November 2016. Last year was so.... so.... hard. If hard is even a word for it. It was like the passage in Ephesian about the full armor, the term Shod. Part of the greek for that word is deo, metaphorically speaking means to prevent one from standing upright. That's what 2015 was.
And not here it is November. Time has passed. I decided in June that there was no more weeping. Yes, I was sad and I would have periods of sadness. However, the inability to stand upright was over. To signify the shift, I got a tattoo! First not as bad as I thought it would be. I had a great experience. I met a friend there, she helped me to be brave. She was going through a rough time and I was looking forward with hope. You can see the tattoo here.
Soon after that summer turns into fall, school begins and my birthday month begins! This year it hit me hard. Last year I was in shock and the pain was more.than.I.could.bare. This year I was just sad. It's as though I expected to hear from my dad. The phone didn't ring. There was no card. There was no joking about my age and if I were older, then so was he. Just sadness.
For the first time in a long time, most of my family gathered. My sweet people, my brother and his girlfriend, my BFF from forever, a few cousins, and one of my study partners. Make your own pizza and devour cookies! Because birthdays are for birthday cookies! So. Yum!
Lots of laughter, and love, and togetherness. It was so needed.
The following Sunday, on my way to church (and the day before my birthday) driving next to me, is a Prime Truck. #ThanksDad He didn't call, he drove up right next to me. Well, in spirit. And I. Just. Can't. Even.
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