Family Visit

My sister and her husband came for a visit this weekend. So the whole family came over last night and we grilled out, drank some sangria, and had some fun watching Sam act silly. It was nice. There was only one moment when I was alone and thought how sad I was that Alex isn't here for this. I thought, "I must be getting better!" But then I remembered the cry-fest on Friday and realized it was just another "good day," not really a sign of any major changes in my psyche. But it was nice to be distracted on a good day anyway.

I miss my sister. Her and her husband live about 4-5 hours away and we never see them. I know they read this (they told me...because you can't tell by their comments here), so I don't want to say too much. But we haven't had what I would call a "close" relationship for many many years. When she got married, we never developed a close relationship with her husband. I don't know why this happened. Personally, I think our whole family is emotionally and relationship-ally challenged. But when Alex died, they were there for us. That meant the world to me. And now they are two of the few people who still ask us how we're doing and allow us some morbid humor to deal with everything. That means even more to me.

My brother in law and I are thinking about starting a business together...headstone personal shoppers...for the job you want done right, but don't want to do yourself. Think we could franchise?

Like I said, it was nice to be distracted on a good day.

Love you sis!