I think that this has to be the worst part. There's no control, and yet you question every feeling, every twitch, everything.
And on to other things:
It was very difficult. At church the choir director chose a song that was played at Dad's funeral. I started crying, Mom was crying, and Ché was wondering what the heck was going on. The director came downstairs after mass, and apologized for not warning us, but that she chose it because she thinks of Dad everytime she hears the song now. (I'm at work and can't find an actual clip of it).
Mom left then, and said she was going to spend time with Dad. I left her alone most of the day. On the way home from church we got a bagel and a vitamin water for Daddy and took him breakfast. (Sorry, no breakfast in bed for you Daddy!)
We spent some time at the grocery store, and had hamburgers on our new grill for dinner. We bought the grill on Saturday, after building a tool box with Ché. Instead of a patch, they gave us a $10 off coupon, and since we had a $10 credit on our bill, and so we decided to retire our old grill. (It's been with us for 6 years, and prior to that with my grandma for at least 4)
It was fairly uneventful. We didn't really get Daddy anything good either gift wise, so pretty blah Father's Day.
Here are some pictures taken a few weeks ago. Ché got a new tricycle. He couldn't quite reach the pedals, so we had to modify and move the seat up. He knows how to pedal it, but he's more content to just ride the scoot-y car for now.
The modifying underway. Moving the seat forward farther than it's supposed to be to account for teeny legs.
Ready, Set, Go!