For dad's birthday, we brought balloons and cards to his grave. It was a sobering afternoon. The following day, we had dinner at mom's which included ribs and everything dad would have enjoyed. Every first seems to be hard... I hope that as we reach some of the seconds, they will be a little easier. It was really a sad week all around. I think mom struggled more than usual, and his livelihood and optimism were certainly missed. Happy birthday, dad. I hope there are blueberry pies in heaven!!
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