where to begin again

It's been a while since my last post, and a busy few weeks. At the beginning of June my mother, Grandma Rowe, passed away. It was, and is, sad; but she was suffering and had been waiting a long time to meet up again with my father, the love of her life, and we all hope they're having a party up there.

So, Molly and I and daddy have been to Salt Lake and back again twice, and to Montana for the funeral. Here is a photo of Molly with most of her Rowe cousins. They loved her, and she loved them right back. I spent much of the week jabbering away with long lost friends while Molly happily went from cousin to cousin. At one point I looked up only to hear her belly laugh as her cousin Robert slid her down a shuffleboard table
Here is a photo of Molly tipping back her first glass of wine with her great Aunt Delia. My mother was always telling stories about people giving beer to their babies to help them sleep (in the most it was the fifties, they didn't know better sort of way), so I'm certain she would be proud. I swear we had nothing to do with this, please don't call CPS on us.