I can prepare.
I know something is going to be hard.
Attending a convention, for example.
Seeing people I've not seen since before Sam died.
But other times I am blindsided.
Today was one of those.
I didn't even realize that I had avoided going to the elementary school since Sam died.
It hit me as I walked up the front steps of the school.
Like a ton of bricks.
I have tried so hard to avoid being preachy, to give the "enjoy what you have" speeches.
I've thought so much about all that I have, and all that I miss.
But I would give anything...everything...to have had one more parent-teacher conference on my docket.
|Family tradition - first day of school - do you fit in your locker?|
|Sam and George, his Monkey in My Chair|
|First day of First Grade|
|First day of Second Grade...in the hospital with Miss T.|