The dreaded first major holiday after Mike's death has come and gone. The few days leading up to Easter were the most difficult, as Mike would have been doing most of the planning, shopping, and prepping. Doing these things alone was almost torture. BUT! I did it! I put together great Easter baskets for the boys, we dyed eggs together, and the night before Easter I hid all the eggs and put out the baskets, and the boys loved it. Neither of them seemed sad or seemed to feel like there was anything missing from holiday itself. Of course we all felt Mike's absence, but all the other parts of the day fell into place and we were able to have a wonderful day.
We went to the Belen Calvary Chapel (we usually go in Los Lunas), and we all enjoyed it. In fact, the boys have asked if we can keep going there. I'll have to put some thought into that. Dawn joined us for the service also, which was really nice. Just having a friend by my side helped me stay strong during the times I wanted to fall apart. My friends strengthen me. After service, we were invited to hang out and eat fajitas at a friend's house, and it was amazing. The food was delicious, and the fellowship was healing and peaceful. The boys had a good time playing games with their kids, and the adults watched a movie and talked. Good times!
Every time I make it through something major (a milestone or holiday), I feel stronger because I was able to get through it. From the beginning of this nightmare, I was positive I wasn't going to be able to make it through this and be okay. I realize that's not even an option, as I have to keep moving for my sake and the kids', but I could never picture it or imagine it. Then each time I come out on the other side, I feel more prepared and strengthened for the next milestone. I've got this.
We went to the Belen Calvary Chapel (we usually go in Los Lunas), and we all enjoyed it. In fact, the boys have asked if we can keep going there. I'll have to put some thought into that. Dawn joined us for the service also, which was really nice. Just having a friend by my side helped me stay strong during the times I wanted to fall apart. My friends strengthen me. After service, we were invited to hang out and eat fajitas at a friend's house, and it was amazing. The food was delicious, and the fellowship was healing and peaceful. The boys had a good time playing games with their kids, and the adults watched a movie and talked. Good times!
Every time I make it through something major (a milestone or holiday), I feel stronger because I was able to get through it. From the beginning of this nightmare, I was positive I wasn't going to be able to make it through this and be okay. I realize that's not even an option, as I have to keep moving for my sake and the kids', but I could never picture it or imagine it. Then each time I come out on the other side, I feel more prepared and strengthened for the next milestone. I've got this.