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I noticed that my last post was Sept 11, 2010, so I thought I should post one year later. Today is the 10th anniversary of 9-11, and it's been sad watching all the memorials and hearing people's stories. I have been in California since about Aug. 12th. Murphy and I drove down to visit my dad. While I was here, my dad had a stroke, so I stayed and am trying to help with what I can. It's been a sad, tough time, seeing my dad go through what he's going through. Murph keeps me company - I was even allowed to bring him into the hospital for a visit or two. After three weeks, my dad is finally out of the hospital and in a skilled nursing facility. A whole other level of sadness.



I'm back. It's been a busy spring/summer, full of emotion. Murphy's grandma, my mom, passed away June 11th. A very sad time for all of us. But friends and family gathered to celebrate the wonderful, caring lady that she was. I couldn't have gotten through it without my brothers, aunt, friends and, of course, Marc and Murphy, who were there with me. While in Irvine, Murphy got to visit a SoCal dog park. Not sure the other dogs knew he was from the Pacific Northwest. Not sure Murphy knew what to do with all of that sunshine. I'm glad my mom got to meet Murphy - her furriest of grandchildren. She was happy for me, that he had made me so happy. She also reminded me, when I was able to ask her for life advice after describing a book I had bought at the hospital about women sharing advice to their younger selves, to listen to others and love Marc no matter what. Love you and miss you, Mom.
Murphy is getting ready for his big adventure, and so are we. We are all driving south to California to visit family. It didn't seem right leaving Murph alone this Christmas, his first Christmas. He already has gifts in his stocking and under the tree. And his bag is packed, unlike ours. Happy Christmas to all...see you in the New Year.