…this would be it.
I am trying to convince myself to REFUSE to be sad this week, but for whatever reason, all of my most recent sadness is smashed into September. It was on the 12th of 2016 that Gerry was diagnosed, and then on 19th of 2017 that he flew away from me. I SHOULD focus on the fact that on the 23rd is my dad’s birthday, and that it was on the 11th in 2009 I was able to buy my home and “dream dog” backyard.
The school year just began and I am trying all to infuse my students with a growth mindset, and being mindful. I’m trying myself, at home and life in general. I Don’t want this class to really know about Gerry. Getting weepy in front of eight year olds isn’t the most “stable” foundation I can build at the beginning of the year, and the last two “season openers” have been nearly impossible, resulting in very stressful and depressing times. I’m hoping for “normalcy” this year.