Gray, foggy, warm days.
Delightful grandparents, playing a thousand games with the grandkids.
As everyone else notes, all the days running into each other. Today--I can't show you pictures till they are uploaded tomorrow--Francisco and I took a walk in an old cemetery. And my dad and I watched a basketball game together--my team playing, a special treat to get to watch with my dad. And Nana keeps the feasting going--you wouldn't believe the muddy buddies, caramel popcorn, famous cinnamon buns, chocolate mint dessert, etc.
Q realized we'd never had a funeral for his grandfather, who died six months ago. He objected to this, so we made a program of readings and prayers and Q read out loud the beautiful obituary that Francisco wrote for father. What is life but trust in God's mercy?
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