Chris, Ma'an and Jack flew in today. Allan and Nicole fly in next Friday. I'm incredibly anxious to see them, yes, but I'm more anxious for the reunion to be over with. You spend the entire year after a parents death enduring the "Firsts" without them. First Easter. First Memorial Day. First Christmas. First Anniversary. And just when you think you've gotten to your "checkpoint" this kind of thing creeps up on you. This will be the first time my family has been back together since my dad died. It will be tough I'm sure, but we'll get through it, go on and enjoy each other while we're all together. I'm ready for the hugs, tears, "How are you's" to be over with. But I can't wait to see my brothers.
I love my family and am so thankful for them.
