Spent an evening with my parents last nite, and while I was explaing the 'how I would just like to go to sleep until new years eve so that I can wake up in time to tell this year to kiss my ass theory' my dad looks at me and explains that not the ENTIRE year was bad... think back to those 5 months before Sebastion died... those happy moments when everything was bliss. And he is right. Leave it to my dad to always look at the bright side of life... the forever optimist. Got to love him. My dad is a wonderful man. I am really lucky that my parents are my parents. They truely are amazing. And it means the world to me that they do not hesitate to talk about Sebastion. They are still grieving for the loss of their grandson. They haven't just swept it under the rug like so many other people that surround me. I have 'friends' that to this day, nearly 4 months later, still haven't even acknowledged the fact that our child died. Not a mention of his name nor an 'I am sorry for your loss.' Those are the people that I would like to tell to kiss my ass on a good day... on a bad day, I vizualize myself kicking them in the head. Just a thought.
And another thought... Flipping the calander to the month of December was like being slapped across the face... December 21st.. Due Date with a big ole smiley face. (also the full moon, yet another moon connection, thanks baby). Ouch, this gonna hurt.