EYES!         We are beautiful creatures, all of us..

I was 24 when my dad died. I am 47 today and remember the process well.. the final words, the enormity of it all, the complete and utter unshakable sadness that followed.  But the good is what I live today,  as I remember his words days before he slipped away:  "Always put family first, always."

This blog: A summer family reunion,  an afternoon  of so many generations on one lakefront.

 Young , old, summer and memories involving travel and all kinds of crazy planning and coordinating..  underscoring the importance.  In these photos you find Rob (my husband's) family.. second cousins,aunts, uncles, a photo of his mom and dad, babies of a recent generation, a hint of what it took to plan,  laughter, catching up and cheeseburgers.