It's been difficult to move the previous entry about my Mother down by posting again. The amount of energy it takes to do this after her death is staggering; my mind unable to form anything profound to say. My strategy will be to simply add a shot of her periodically amongst photos of the family, especially the boys; my source of strength during this time.
Above: Hanging out with Mom many years ago, maybe in the early 90s.
Above: The day Mary and I returned from NY, after my Mother's memorial, we just lounged around and had a pajama "party" with the boys. We made a nest in the living room. We're grateful to Mary's Mother for watching them all week.
Above: Melting brains with some tablet games.
Below: Breakfast. Increasingly, they like to sit together at the table.
