Grief hits when you don't expect it. I never expected Labor Day weekend to be hard.
A friend pointed out that there's lots of memories connected to this weekend because this was when we, as a teaching family, always got ready to start our year.
We both would be finalizing lesson plans and posters to put up in the classroom. I would have gone out and bought hundreds of pencils so he could have them for a students over the year. Both of our classrooms would have been set up. I would have hung a huge yellow ruler that I made for his classroom. He would have got his computer all hooked up.
We would both be nervous and yet excited. He and his friend would have probably spend some time fishing this weekend before the grading of papers needed to start. I'm so thankful that his friend made YouTube videos of them fishing.
Sometimes we went camping this weekend as kind of the last hurrah for summer. Still not sure what we're going to do about our camper. We didn't use it at all this summer because I was not emotionally ready. I have never camped before we start dating.
I guess you just never know what's going to hit you and what's going to be hard.