This week it feels like my emotional strength has slipped backwards. Perhaps it is a perfect storm - getting closer to Meghan's wedding, dealing with bankers, dealing with everyday issues. It has worn me out emotionally. For some reason I cannot find the strength to pull it together. Tomorrow is a new day.
I am so looking forward to the happiest day of my daughters life - her wedding day on July 9th. It will be an outdoor wedding and more fitting, a beach wedding at Passages Resort, Miracle Beach. She will be marrying her friend, the love of her life.
I am dreading the happiest day of my daughters life. It is a family event and Ron was meant to be there. Everyone tells me Ron will be with us and that is true but it is not good enough. Here I sit broken hearted. You may have heard the saying - two souls, one heart. That was me and Ron. When he died, my heart died with him.
Both my kids feel that step-father was not an appropriate title for Ron. To them he was much more. He was a mentor, a role model, an inspiration, a sounding board, a friend and so much more.
Ron will be hugely missed on July 9 and I have to believe he will give me the strength to be the best mom on her daughters wedding day.