Father’s Day…

… was really hard.

Started the day with cards/art from the kids and then breakfast out at the market to celebrate J, and then went to Pascoe to spend time with Joey and remember Stevie. Gosh, I miss him. It was a really tough day. We actually didn’t speak about him much, as everyone was finding it hard to hold it together. Ended up leaving early, as E was having a hard time of it (read: continuous tantrum). Wasn’t sure at the time whether due to sickness or sadness, but I think now it was the latter.