Two weeks ago, my children's grandmother passed away. Her name was Barbara (even though I know firsthand that there was a short period in her life when she went by her middle name Laurel). She was a lovely woman in every way and her loss is surely felt by Pat, her husband of over 50 years, her son, and her grandchildren.Greg, my children's father (and my ex), was born to Barbara and Pat in San Diego and grew up on Bernardo Street in Sunnyvale.
Today, our daughter Wallie, who currently lives in San Diego, is visiting with her grandfather and father in San Luis Obispo. She is there to offer her support and to help remember and celebrate her grandmother's life.
I on the other hand went to another Barbara's 90th birthday party today. The party was given by her daughter who lives right off of Bernardo Street in Sunnyvale. Many people came to offer their support, create a memory, and to celebrate her life.
The twists and turns never stop. They are in our lives daily if we just pay attention. They sometimes feel like reminders, sort of like a little tap on the shoulder, only when we turn to look, no one is there, or so we think.
The twists and turns never stop. They are in our lives daily if we just pay attention. They sometimes feel like reminders, sort of like a little tap on the shoulder, only when we turn to look, no one is there, or so we think.
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