This week marks the 10th anniversary of my father's death. I can't believe it's been that long; I can't believe it's only been that long. Time is weird that way.
We are gathering as a family on Friday to watch Groundhog Day. It was my dad's favorite film; after having the stroke, it was a film that was easy for him to grasp plus it's funny. We actually contemplated going to PA to celebrate the actual Punxsutawney Phil doing his job but since Groundhog Day is on a Friday this year... and it's about a 5 hours drive, we decided to wait on that.
Some people may think that we're being weird, gathering together on a "death date" to celebrate his life. That we should be mourning instead. But although grief is good for a while, we're not the "you must wear black now" type of people. And you only have one life that you are currently aware of, you might as well be happy in it.
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