tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168184912090085196.post1445211687084998042..comments2021-10-15T05:57:01.005-04:00Comments on Missing Bobby: A Widow's Journey: A Season of Firsts - It's Not Just the HolidaysUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168184912090085196.post-6881559692567716522010-10-22T14:27:09.351-04:002010-10-22T14:27:09.351-04:00My first Christmas alone, I made a half-hearted at...My first Christmas alone, I made a half-hearted attempt at sending cards. Mostly, these were to a handful of relatives and a few friends. They all knew what I'd gone through, so I just scrawled a few lines. Whatever. My absolute worst "first" was my own birthday, less than 2 months after my husband died. If I hadn't been with two friends (I decided to join them, as two of our mutual friends were getting married at that same time), I probably would've thrown myself the biggest "pity party" ever known. I was marking a "decade" birthday all by myself. So, so sad... The "why me?" question was one I asked myself so frequently. I guess we all do.jessicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02598544917785126150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168184912090085196.post-48132175184868186562010-08-30T00:54:08.756-04:002010-08-30T00:54:08.756-04:00I agree - I think it's the unexpected things w...I agree - I think it's the unexpected things which catch you by surprise ... like visiting old hangouts and realising that you won't get to do that with your husband again....<br /><br />We've just had "birthday week" here - my daughter turned 8 and my son 6. It was Very Hard on all of us. Father's Day is next weekend and I have no idea how we'll get through that "first" either....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com