What is there to say, really.
It’s a hard day. Brad spent some time in Anna’s room this morning, “had some tears”. We went to visit his Dad in the hospital along with his siblings and nieces. Being with the family was hard-ish for me more than Brad...knowing how different the whole interaction would have been if there’d been a 6-month old to fawn over and pass around between all the girls and Hilmen, how proud and satisfied and blissfully happy Brad would be today. On our own, we can rather pretend it’s more of a regular day.
Of course there’s that U.S. Open thing and Father’s Day is mentioned frequently throughout, so can’t escape it completely. I have to say though, that Brad tackled his Father’s Day gift and card at around 8:00 PM, which I was sort of surprised with. I thought it might be a few days or more. I got him a card from ‘wife’, not from ‘daughter’, and a simple wooden brown frame with his favorite picture of the 3 of us. There were lots of tears, and certainly the toughest emotional minutes that were all about all we’ve lost and all we’re missing and all Anna in a long time.
Thanks so much to all of you who took a moment to send Brad your thoughts today. It means so much.