Wednesday

The Blessing of the Grans...


Playtime at the park

After I had informed the girls the fate of their father, KC arrived here around 12:30 a.m. and her sister and family arrived at 4:30 a.m. Sunday.  My brother and sister-n-law came down Saturday afternoon, late and were an immense help. If we needed something they went and got it. One of Christie's closest friends came in to stay with me as well.  I was never left alone and for that I am grateful. Needless to say the day and days following were exhausting.  They had to make me eat as I was running on pure adrenalin and was forgetting that I needed to eat. 

People were in and out of the house bringing food, dropping off arrangements. The worst was having to make phone calls to family and friends to inform them that Dave was gone. One word comes to mind "SHOCK"  People were speechless. Soon stories started coming forth of how very special he was and an all around great guy.  

Flowers from the Jensen's in Canada


But the saving grace of the week was the "Grans." They brought so much joy in such sorrow. Their precious smiles would light up a room. You couldn't help but smile back, pick them up and give them a big squatch and blow huge raspberries on their little tummies. 

One evening after a very hectic day, we took the boys to the park after dinner to play as they had not been able to get outside.  They ran and climbed the "Big Toy" and hid in the maze, played Peek-a-Boo with their Auntie.  It was good to be able to just sit and watch and think how much Dave would have loved playing with them.
Noah on the BIG TOY at the park



Yes they were noisy, but they were jewels.  Their sweet smiles took away some of the sadness. 
Andy working a puzzle



It's amazing how your perspective of things can change in a heartbeat. I know mine did. 


The boys are a blessing to me and I do love them so. 
The End of a Day