This little girl is growing up right before our eyes. She’s starting to really talk and is a light in the world for me right now. I love my grandkids.
This absolutely cracks me up. Half vested. Hahaha. The half vest is a really nice touch don’t ya think?
My friend Dusty is going through old photos for her brother’s funeral. She ran across these photos of Eric when he was in Stony’s wedding years ago. The first thing I noticed is how happy he looks. But then I sort of giggled because the photos sort of make it look like it is his wedding. Weird choices by the photographer in my opinion. I am so happy that she sent these. When photos and memories are all that is left, you cherish any new ones you can get your hands on. I miss my brother. I miss his snarky comebacks. I miss his dorky grin. And his silly, shouldn’t come out of a grown man giggle. And I am sad that my friend is walking down this road. Today she told me she was wondering if the funeral they planned would be ok with him, or what he would think about it. . And all I could think was nobody should be planning a funeral for either of these men. It makes no sense. I sort of want to kick both their a$$es - for leaving us here without them. Some day, I have a lot of questions. Some day I hope I will have the answers. I don’t know what to say to Dusty. If you know me, you probably find it hard to believe. I have never been at a loss for words in my life. But I am stumped. I just keep checking on her, and wishing there was something I could do to make it better. There isn’t.
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