So right now I am sitting on Jack's bed watching Tor play on the computer. He is playing Nick Jr., games. Barkley is sitting next to me because she loves me and is worried about me. Brian came up and asked if I was doing ok because today is my Mom's name day and I burst into tears. That is why I am not so into Greek Easter this year. My mom's name was Anastasia which means resurrection in Greek. Easter is her name day. Every Holy Saturday night we would go to church and at the stroke of midnight we would try to be the first one to wish mom a happy name day. Name days are just as important, if not more important, than birthdays. For instance my grandparents didn't know their birthdays when they immigrated to the US, they only knew their name days.
Last year Greek Easter was only 11 days after my Mom died. I guess I was still on shock. Plus I was very pregnant with Liv and my doctor advised me not to get myself too upset because it wouldn't be good for the baby. I sort of laughed at him when he told me that.
This must be why it is hitting me really hard this year and why I didn't really get excited about Greek Easter/my mom's name day, this year.
I called my Dad this morning to wish him a Xristos Anesti. He just called me back. He was at the cemetery visiting mom. We could barely talk on the phone we were both crying so much. Man, I didn't want her to die. She was my Mom. We didn't get a long very well but gosh she was my Mom. Ugh. Does this ever get better? Losing a parent is more difficult than I ever thought it would be.