we were sad....

....when Grampy left. After his car left the driveway, that familiar empty feeling crept in. I've felt it so many times in the 19 years since I left home and seeing my parents became an event, rather than a dependable daily routine. I fought back tears as the kids and I headed back towards the front door. It was starting to rain a little bit, we should have gone inside but Adam wanted me to stay out and throw the football around. We threw the ball a couple of times, then I realized he was really drilling the ball at me. So I drilled it back at him. Back and forth we went until we realized we were crying between "drills". Then we laughed, and just let it go, cried when we felt like crying, laughed when we felt like laughing, as we let the football absorb the brunt of it. It was cathartic in its own way. We had such a great time with Dad, I really wish Mom was here too, it would have been the complete package.

I've added most of the pictures to facebook and it would take me so long to resize them for here.......so I will be adding them as I have time.


From the Salmon River outing.....