In an update from the last blog. We arrived home in time for the boys and I to say our love and goodbyes to their grandmother and my mother-in-law Wilma. She passed away peacefully on Sunday, July 18. There was a mass and reception in her memory at St. Christopher's in Rocky River on Friday. It was a mixed blessing as she will be missed, but she is no longer in pain and her suffering is over.
It has been one year since Joe passed. There was a mass yesterday, and we had brunch afterward at the house. I also put together things I had been saving in a memory book for the boys. Today we also went to mass, then to Panera's for breakfast and then to the Brown's training camp. It was a good way for us to remember Joe by doing something he might have done. It was also good for the boys to talk sports with John Grebenc, Jim Timoteo and Ray Wittrup.
I miss Joe. I miss his humor and his jokes and his guidance and protection and his love and laughter. I miss the glint in his eyes and the touch of his hand and the kiss of his lips. I miss what he would say about Matt buying a house and what trip he would have planned for us to take. I felt his presence at his mother's service and at the mass in his memory. I hope he can whisper to us his words of wisdom and we are able to somehow hear them. I miss his love and hugs. I love you, Joe.
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