Yesterday I drove from Denver, where my son, Emily and I are living, to Montana, to visit my brother. On the way, I found out that my son's paternal grandmother had passed away. My son hasn't been very close to his dad's side of the family for the past 13 or 14 years, and he hadn't seen her for at least that long, but there's no denying when you lose your last grandparent, it's difficult.
Wolf is doing alright, he says, but I know it's hard. I just wish I could take the pain away.
Now here's a cute picture of Emily and my son's cat Willow to remind us how awesome life is.
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And wook at dere wittle pawsy paws. :)
They cheer up any day.
Yes, I too very much wish we could take away other people's pain.
They are so vewwy pwecious, awen't they, Michelle? I know you do Michael (Spo), that is why you do what you do.
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