this afternoon I was finishing up the hall bookshelves and spent a few minutes going through a photo album because some pictures were falling out of it…

came across a picture of my mom and dad with my brother and I…

I have that bracelet somewhere around here…

my dad died in the late 80s and mom a year later… my brother a few years after that… I was amazed how mad I was when he died… we hadn’t been close and I hadn’t talked to him for years before that… but once he died I felt like an orphan… even though we hadn’t been connected, I still felt like there was a part of my family out there… took a while to get over that…

a little further along in the album I came across a photo of our family…

it was interesting that I found these pictures today… just this morning I made myself some peach apricot tea, it was one of our favourites and very hard to find… I had picked it up at McLeod House in Stonewall…

I made the tea in a pot that the kids’ bought me, with a cozy that a friend had felted for me… all of which made me feel that I was surrounded with love…

good feeling…