On Sunday we were all dragging from partying until almost 4am the night before. And I felt really bad that Tom had to go into work at all. So I made up a batch of bread dough donuts for Father’s Day breakfast, and then we did gifts once Tom got home from work. B made him this cute fox (I only helped cut out the wood) and then Kurt wrote him a sweet letter.
On Father’s Day afternoon I got the sad news that my grandfather had died. He lived in Maine, and I am sad that my boys never got to meet him, he was such a wonderful grandpa. I’ll always remember his amazing knitting & crocheting skills. He could whip up sweaters like no one’s business. I am looking forward to seeing all my extended family when we all gather for his memorial. I am sure it will be a lovely time remembering him, and sharing stories from that side of my family.