the end of this blog is the beginning.
and i am learning each day that there is no end.
blame is a slippery thing. i blame nicotine. mom blamed herself and her "distaste for doctors in anything other than a social setting." cancer is incredibly beatable. some is preventable. some is not.
hedge your bets.
 if you smoke...try to quit. it's really hard. the tobacco industry has designed it that way. wear sunscreen. eat vegetables. see your doctor. mom quit smoking over seventeen years ago. early detection saves lives. it could have saved mummy.

Thursday, April 12, 2007


missy moo
missy is the "world's tallest baby." the only thing average about her is her weight. she is dead center in the weight charts. she is off the charts when it comes to her height.

she holds her own bottle. she is has a luminous spirit. she loves it when you hold her under her arms and let her use her own legs to hold herself up. that makes her smile. she smiles a lot.



liam
is a talented artist. he can tell a brilliant story. he also has a gentle spirit and he is more articulate about his feelings at 9 than i am right now.

seamus
seamus plays the trumpet and the accordion. he has more musical talent at 9 than i will ever have. he is also a talented artist. he has a gentle spirit and he loves being missy's protector.

buzzy
buzzy is my brother. he is the father to liam and seamus. if i imagine the father that i always wished i had ... buzzy is a better father than that.

we had a really good weekend at mummy's beach house. we missed her, but we were surrounded by her and if she could speak to me right now she would tell me that she was "tickled" to see us together.
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