We headed up to my dad’s “cabin” to help with the clean up. We still call it the cabin out of habit, but there is definitely no cabin there anymore. Gradually we will find a new name for it. Above and below are signs posted on the property that had an older cabin that also burned. It made me cry on the way to our “cabin”.
Dad has placed a motor home on the property to stay in. This is the view from it of the clean up in progress when we arrived.
Here is the motor home with a wood pile on fire in front.
And here are views of the fires we worked on.
With a new view of Mount Rainier.
This is the next morning.
And this is one of the next piles we will have to deal with… later.
The property now does not look like the property I remember, which may be a good thing. It does not remind me constantly about what we lost, but seems like a new project (stump ranch) to be worked on. Wish us strength and endurance because we will need both.
I have been in a funk lately, tired most of the time and more prone to crying. I am not sure what the cause is. If it is the season, turning 50, chronic pain and/or my grandmother dying. So I am not sure what to do about it, just wait for spring, a birthday trip, a massage, drugs or time?
Here is a cute picture of Indy that did bring me a smile.
We have had two family gatherings this weekend involving grandparents.
On Friday evening Tom’s daughter and son in law held a baby shower for the 3 month old baby they are adopting. His name is Liam, and he is as cute as can be. As a pediatrician I bought them a bunch of health related gifts and will surely pepper them with unwanted medical advice. Tom bought them practical items like diapers but also cute outfits including camo and Seahawks ones. Here is a photo of the cutey.
On Sunday we had a memorial for my grandmother. Here is her obituary.
So in one weekend I said goodbye to my last grandparent and became one for the first time. It is somewhat surreal. But I will try to use the excellent examples of all of my grandparents as I assume this new role.
The cycle of life, I guess?