Feelings at Dads funeral. (draft still working on it)

 I haven't posted since my dads death. I often do this on my blog... retreat, post then retreat again. It's my decision I don't have to write, no one expects me to. Yet.. it pulls me back. I feel a pull to write This pull doesn't connect me to others as I don't allow comments. It's more of a pull to write in a space that others and experience and feel what they feel. I often look back at old family videos and feel an intense love! But those same videos won't feel a inch of love from those who don't have connection to us. BECAUSE we're all becoming disconnected,,  more so now then ever. 

Sam and his raspy voice

How Sam got his raspy voice...

"First, you gotta love this picture! We were at one of Christian's soccer games, and if you look closely, you can see where M* cut some of his hair with the clippers. I took him to have an evaluation with a speech therapist because he has always had this cute, raspy voice. After the evaluation, the therapist turned to me and said, "I can tell you exactly why his voice is so raspy. He's extremely intelligent and projects his voice loudly to ensure being heard."

Christian the graduate... created in Canva!

 

Thanksgiving 2021

Emma last night making some MORE lefsa. The whole extended family made it except for M* and Auntie Lolo. Next year perhaps! 

Tomboy no more?

Not me!!! This salon visit cost us about 100 bucks!! 

Christian's food truck lunch order ;) with idk.. either a bunny or a Kahuna sketch.