They say grief comes in stages. Steps that you randomly go through in whatever way you need to go through them. I read a lot about anger being a stage, but really can't ever see myself being mad at my dad for passing. I knew he never wanted to go. To leave my mom, the love of his life for 60 years. He didn't want this.  He only left I think when he knew my mom was safe. The day after I put her in a home, as he told me to, I was able to tell him when she was moved in, was the day he started…

I finally fly home to celebrate my birthday with my mom and sister. And also, to bring them to the house that they haven't seen since Dad died and I had to move them into a home.  I'm dreading this and have been so stressed out for months about this.  I pray it all goes well because if it does, it lets me bring them home for all these holidays that are coming soon. thanksgiving, christmas, birthday.  All the holidays that meant so much to Dad that his family be together and that he could…