Sad

This blog has been a journal of my life for nearly ten years. Since it's a collection of experiences, it would be incomplete without a post about my father's recent, unexpected death. I really don't have many words to share. I am full of emotions and they change day to day. Here are some memories and pictures of the people I love.

My parents were on a biking trip in Ohio at the end of June. This is one of the last pictures of my dad. He fell off his bike and scraped up his leg, but kept biking and enjoying the experience. As he always did.

You can read his obituary here.

We had a reception at Mom and Dad's church the day before the memorial service. My dad loved to collect hats. We each chose one to wear that afternoon.

My parents live in a house right on Lake Ontario. Here is our family after the memorial. 

My mom with her three grand children.

My super cute nephew, Kristofer.

A bagpiper played When the Saints Go Marching In and Amazing Grace at the service.

My dad was known for his ridiculously colorful and fun socks. Several of the acolytes at the service, and many of the priests in attendance, wore colorful socks.

Sunset over the lake during our time with my mom.

I cleaned out several baskets of papers and stuff in the office to help my mom organize the mountain of paperwork she'd have to deal with. I found this collection of embroidery floss and an old political button.

My dad loved needlepoint and created many beautiful pieces over the years and he was a dedicated democrat and social activist. We share that.

We missed sharing ice cream with dad.

The arch entering the prayer garden behind mom and dad's church...