Wednesday, October 29, 2008


Saturday night Bob took Grace to a birthday party and I hung out with the boy.

My Dad's ashes are in an urn sitting in our living room.  
Neither of my kids ever had the chance to meet my Dad, so they only know him through stories, photos and "the urn."  
 Denny went over to the urn and kissed it and said I love you Grandpa Dennis.  Then he looked at me and said "Mom, I really want him to come out of there."

Me too bud, me too.


Jean-Paul said...

Awesome blog I got this from Jen. I hope you guys are doing well. I was in H2Otown this past weekend for a funeral. You would not believe how much it has changed. I will take pictures one day you would be amazed.
Keep in touch,

Mollie said...

That is so sweet, it breaks my heart. What a doll baby of a little boy you have.

Jennifer Lynn said...

That is the sweetest story! What a memorable moment for you to remember!