A different Labor Day today, just the dogs and chickens and me. I bought a small rack of ribs and cooked them, made a small bowl of potato salad and baked beans....all foods that Rick loved.
I sent most of it over to my brother Ricky's house for him and Nana and Sam and Jordan to enjoy.
I ate a rib and then took the meat off one and shared the morsels with the dogs. There is a great deal of new and different every day. It is a process, this grief. It comes unexpectedly and it can get ugly.
I appreciate Labor Day. My mom and dad, brothers were all blue collar workers, union members who worked hard every day of their lives. Rick's family was the same. None of us are afraid of a hard day's work and I am grateful for that ethic.
I hope you all have had a weekend that brought joy and kindness into your lives and I hope you shared that with others. Let's be kind to each other the rest of the week.
Monday, September 7, 2020
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