Kendall’s Radio
Kendall loves this toy radio, just like Brian did when it was his..! I suppose it’s more of a baby toy, but, she still loves it. It’s amusing to me, too, since it has a few different “genres” of music on it. I like to imagine what artist they were copying when they made each song for the toy. 😉 Today I saw that she had discovered that the antenna raises and lowers–none of us had figured that out before! Brian spun it around plenty when he was a baby, but,...
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I woke up to the sound of the kids playing loudly–I found them with the iPad and Angry Birds in Brian’s room. Hmm. I prefer a more gentle reintroduction to the world, but, okay. I got them to at least go downstairs and play with Duplos. Included is a video of them rocking out to Queen’s “I Want It All” in the van. Brian does this every-few-words shouting thing (don’t ask, I don’t get it either). Kendall does her epic Stevie Nicks hippie-hands...
Read MoreSaturday
Things are winding down post-funeral, and both kids had activities today, so we fit those in, to give the kids a bit of normalcy. Lego club for Brian, brunch and silliness and goodbyes to our cousins over at Sue’s, and a party for Kendall. Brandon and I had an appointment in the afternoon, so the kids stayed over at Sue’s while we went there. Brandon and I went by the graveside to see how things are. After some sun, the grounds were looking beautiful again, and the flowers...
Read MoreFuneral Day
Today was my dad’s funeral. As we sat in the car, ready to head to the church, I noticed that even through the cold, insistent rain on this gloomy day, there were a bunch of daffodils, blooming gloriously out of season. A full two months early. How? Somehow that seemed such a beautiful, hopeful, thing. (Somehow, I don’t really want to write about the funeral itself. It was performed well, attended well, the kids did well, and I couldn’t have asked for anything better or...
Read MoreVisitation
Today was the visitation for my dad at the funeral home. Sue and I arrived before things really got underway. My dad looked better than I’d hoped, peaceful, even a slight smile. They’d provided some pins, so I could add the two hearts to the spray of flowers in his casket. When it was time to receive folks, I felt so awkward at first, standing around, not knowing the folks who had come, I didn’t know what to do with myself. But then when more people started to arrive, I...
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