Canada day tends to be a bad day. Seventeen years ago I was told my sister had died on Canada day, she had actually died on June 30th. It is a reminder every year of how much I miss Edith. Three years ago we brought Robbie home from the NICU on Canada day. I thought that might have changed how I am affected by the date. It worked for two years but now I am back to dreading it. I have spent the day grumpy and wanting to be alone. Yuck!
Oh well... to make things better here is some pictures of Robbie coming home as a newborn.
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2 comments:
I know totally what you mean! That is a horrible day for me also! I thought it would be better since it was my sister in laws birthday, hasn't changed.
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