33 years ago today, my father died.
21 years ago today, we buried my mother.
You know, on Father's Day I make a big deal for my father-in-law, grateful to have someone to make a big deal over. On Mother's Day, I not only have my mother-in-law to spoil, but I have the added distraction of my own children celebrating with me, and being part of my own daughters' celebrations. I've learned how to distract myself.
But the end of June every year just sucks. My mother died on the 26th, we burried her on the 29th...my father died on the 29th and wasn't buried until July 3. The whole month is a little dreary for me, but the dual anniversary date is the one I struggle with every year.
I'm a grown woman, and I still miss my parents.