I lost my dad on March 4. It pretty much set the tone for month. I tried to have as much fun as I could as he was a fun loving guy.
Amy and I took the dogs for a long walk at the lake.
I started gathering old photos for the memorial service. There's some evidence of a life well lived and one full of fun, to be sure. 
I remembered a photo hanging on the wall at the Pearl cabin that I wanted to use. It just happened to be Pearl Bluegrass weekend as well. The music did me well. 
I don't know if post-funeral cascarones are a thing, but they are now.
Charlie is trying on her Easter wardrobe. She's ready for her close up.
Those are my five. It's going to take some time to settle in the new normal but we will do it. There's a big hole in my heart that will heal in time. And it was great to remember the good times with family and friends.
