Off to Portland for the weekend…it’s not happy. Strudel’s grandfather died very suddenly. He was just here two weeks ago taking care of the girls and I am so happy for that. The skipping record theme of my life is that family is what you make of it, or unmake of it, I guess. We’re going to be with his partner of ten years, who was never a mother but has become a grandmother-type for the girls. It makes me boggle a little that of all blood relatives in Portland the person we want to cleave to right now is an “unrelated” person, but nevertheless a person we have spent many happy hours with, and whose house we’ve spent weekends at. The girls are looking forward to seeing her.
The number of people who I have loved but am not actually related to certainly surpasses my actual blood relatives who I love. (Do my children count? I made them.)
I guess I am a big raw wound this week. I am also mentally willing P.’s brother to CALL HIM BACK ALREADY. Please don’t let the living dangle.
Strudel DESTROYING her grandfather at Uno last August.
I am so sorry for your, P’s, and your daughter’s loss. Please drive safely. Peace
Thanks.
That photo looks like such a happy moment. My heart goes out to all of you.
My condolences for your loss. I love the picture of him with Strudel; glad you have that.
I’m so sorry for your family’s loss. I’m sure there will be many happy memories to balance the tears.
I’m so sorry for your loss. My thoughts are with you and the girls at this time.
Awww I am so sorry, will be thinking of you.
Thanks everyone. It’s hard, but I know life happens to everyone, eh, which is both sad and comforting.