In August, only 8 months after George left us, Frida Jaber followed, leaving all of us in a state of shock. One of my sweetest memories of her was her telling me that at George's grave, she would pluck the heads off a bouquet of flowers and set them all along the edge in a little row ... she had married George when she was so very young, & much younger than her new husband. And to the very end, she was a whirling dervish of energy and caring for others. Hope she and George are enjoying that final trip through eternity.
Then, in October, Greg's mother Marjorie Riser Dupuich passed away at the age of 89. She was kicking 'til the end, walking the little streets of her trailer park, despite needing oxygen & being just a wisp of a thing. We had 3 wonderful trips to Mexico courtesy of Marge, where we stayed at the lovely beachside Anai Suites in Rincon de Guayabitos -- my Joe even came along one year. Lots of wonderful memories of a true Lady who treated me better than just about anyone.




































Now, how he transformed from from the little guy in the walker to the big guy with his girlfriend, Courtney, & my mom, has been a wonderful journey. He's handsome & smart, with a wry sense of humor. The great thing about an adult kid is there is still part of that little child there... I see it every time Joe shows up in a hat & cowboy boots. Or laughs a certain way. Or gives me a kiss. We think we know love before kids, but when that new person arrives, there's no comparison.

