On this day

On this day last year, my sister, her boyfriend, my mom and my dad, came to visit us for three weeks. At the time we didn’t know just how sick my dad was. We thought the sickness he was experiencing was a reoccurring chest infection that the doctors had been telling him he had for over a year, treating it with antibiotics and a nebulizer. They almost didn’t make the trip at this time, they were going to come in March… But that would have been too late.

They spent three weeks with us, we did a lot of mundane things, we hung around the house, but we also did some exploring, seeing Yosemite, Old Town Clovis and Sac, Avila Beach and San Francisco before they went home. 

I’m so grateful that they made the trip, that dad had the opportunity to see the kids and that we had time together as a family before everything shattered just 18 days after his diagnosis. I try so hard not to go to that dark place when I think of him. I try not to dwell on those last days, but to savor the laughs, the joy and the sweetest memories.

I’m glad that Calvin remembers him, that he says often that he misses his papa, and shows Mia photos of him. He’s three and death is a big concept for such a little person. 

Family is the most important thing to me. My little unit of four, my parents, my siblings… These are the people who make me, me. 


Oh Mia!

I’m starting to think that Mia is trying to get through all of the childhood viruses before she turns a year old! Two weeks ago she had Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease, and then this week she has had Roseola. She can’t seem to catch a break lately.

I feel bad that we’ve had to stay indoors so much, especially as all Calvin wants to do is run! But, I’m being the responsible parent and trying not to take a contagious kid out and spread the viruses. At least we’ve had the advantage of having the AC on in 108F heat!

I started a fitness program almost 4 weeks ago and I’ve had some weight loss and I’ve slimmed down, but with going away with Curtis and trying to use what we have in the house to avoid taking the kids to the grocery store, I’ve been off track. It’s ok though, I haven’t gained what I’ve lost and hopefully today I can grocery shop and start meal planning again. I’m not getting down on myself for hitting a roadblock, if I let myself feel badly for a small bump, I’ll never recover.