I just wanna be close to my Grandma

Evening walks with the pups.

In some ways, the endless torrential rain this summer is the ideal way to break in a new home. What leaks will spring will have to have sprung at this point…

This is good weather and a good joke. It’s silly how much I love my weather app.

Gave up on the walk. Just went “nope, I lay here”

A break in the clouds #nofilter

New keyboard day, ask me anything.

Cannot handle the drugs. Mom is convinced I play it up so I can get extra lovings from everyone at the vet.

That morning scratches high

We may have kept papas up since 545am but he still loves us.

My Uncle has passed. Uncle Marty lived with my parents from before I was born. Growing up I was never home alone sick. I never didn’t have a ride where I needed to go. He never missed a Little League practice, no less games. He never missed a moment that mattered in my life.

When I was 6 years old, Uncle took me to Washington DC. He wanted to show me where he lived, to take me to the museums and historical sites. We saw just about everything in 3 days, even though I kept making him come back to the Air and Space Museum. I loved space, and he loved planes, and we loved each other.

I always thought one day I would take that trip again with him and my own child.

My sister and I are his only niece and nephew. Just as we are the only grandchildren of my grandmother Elaine, his mother, who passed just one month ago. I have been filled with more love than just about any person I know because of them. My grandmother struggled for 8 years with illness and decline before passing at 87. My uncle disappeared before our eyes in a month at 67.

I am hollow.

Cuddle pups taking an evening nap.

An afternoon walk in the park.

Hampden has nice trees too. Feels good to be home.

Hampden has nice trees too. Feels good to be home.

Southside of Hong Kong Island is a nice change of pace.