Good morning mum

Good morning mum, the sun is peeking out but it is still quite cool in the morning. You've left us with 5.5 cans of 'hair curl beer' that is still sitting in the bathroom. You loved using beer as a cream rinse on your hair, you'd sit in the hot sun letting your hair dry and it would curl up perfectly. I tried it the other day, sat in the sun terrified bees would attack but you're right, it sets a nice curl.

The garden I planted has withered away from neglect sadly, the sunflowers are very spindly and I hope I can transplant everything in time, but somehow nothing makes sense anymore. But I did get the back lawn mowed last night - it was quite cool/windy so at 8pm I hauled out the mower and went at it. Didn't realize our grass could grow that long, it was brushing my knees in some parts, the neighbour did the front lawn but he couldn't get his sit down mower through our back gate. Even bought a bag of mulch for the front garden, I don't think that peony bulb will ever grow, I keep watering it but I think it was too dried out. I'll keep watering it and maybe next spring something will come up.

We are at day 10 when our world stopped spinning, somehow we are still going. Remember that video of the sea otters holding hands in the water? That's Michelle and I these days, whether we are shopping, out for a walk or folding laundry, as soon as one of us hears the other crying we run over and just hold hands while it washes over us. We are trying so hard to grieve well, we even bought the workbook for GriefShare.

Meanwhile life moves on doesn't it? I think you'd be proud of us, we are trying to set new routines, looking for beauty in the ashes and trusting that He is a good, good Father. We miss talking with you, how we would research current events, sit down with a cup of tea and hash out all the problems of the world. We always had answers didn't we? 

Oh and we delivered the pillow you sewed for Sadie, saw it wrapped up in the bag and dropped it off - she was thrilled. Decided to keep the pillows you sewed for us to sell at the market, they are on the couch and so glad we decided to keep them.

Your Celebration of Life is coming up soon (Michelle hates that term) so we're calling it "Celebrate Carolyn". It will be on the beach, informal is the operative word, Aaron will officiate and just Michelle and I will share. I am going to bake us biscottis (yes, I found the right recipe) and we'll have frosty cans of sparkling water for everyone to celebrate with. 

Like I always said to you, you really are the best mum ever. Hugs.


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