mOm died October 2. We’re all very sad and messed up about it but we’re also trying hard to stay cheerful and kind to each other, and it’s that effort that makes the days of grief that pass that much easier.
I want to publicly praise and bless cousin Alex for her help at this time. She loved my mOm as much as I do and her help and care of her family delineates why she’s among the best of humans.
Roberta was a private person, like her husband, so I won’t say too much about her. But she was loved by a lot of people, for her intelligence, kindness, humour, patience and generosity.
We must love each other while we can.
Dave in March, Zach in May, pOp in August, and now mOm. It’s been a meatgrinder of a year, 2025, and it ain’t over yet.
