Here We Go, Again.

It's like clockwork, it never fails. The dreaded Holiday depression. Every year, around this time, I get depressed because my Dad isn't around. This weekend has been a more emotional one in a long time. I more or less can't avoid it. I do however feel slightly less depressed every year. I am not sure how long it's going to take before I get back to normal. I dont know if I ever will. It started with having to pick up my Dad's cremation certificate on my lunch break Friday, and then I had to go to the DMV to get a new license and I ended up being helped by a lady who knew my dad because her husband worked with him not only in DC but also in California. I came home and cried, and threw up, because that's what I do. Then, today at Mass, I cried because they sang Amazing Grace and conveniently enough there were red roses sitting on the altar... ACK! Thank God Freddie and Rachael were there, I cried to Rach and then had lunch with them. And even better, I dropped the kneeler on my foot. OUCH.