On a crisp Fall morning I found out my dear Uncle passed away in his sleep. It was a sad moment. Huntington’s disease is a horrible disease, and he carried himself with grace until he was given the grace of going home to heaven.
So, I took a breath and honoured him by keeping myself healthy.
Still chilly means long pants at Zumba.
Now totally regretting those long pants. Haha.
This is what I came home to.
Then he was my hero and pumped some gas for me.
Then we may have stopped here to buy two movies.
Then this happened. I was deciding on violence but the hubby talked me down. Thanksgiving weekend mayhem.
Now we’re watching some HP and getting ready for Dr Who.
Blogging will be sporadic next week as I travel home to Cape Breton to say goodbye to Uncle Gary.
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