Time Flies
Date night with my lovely bride tonight! 2016 on top. 2001 at Steens Mountains in SE Oregon on bottom. So many good times in between!
My first Tough Mudder (Seattle 2013)
I completed my first Tough Mudder on October 5. I, along with three others from FEMA, took 4 hours to work around the almost 12 mile course. I’ll just say it was an awesome experience and I look forward to doing it next year.
Ethan’s 1st Backpacking Trip
I took Ethan on his first backpacking trip this week. It was a 2-day 1-night trip to Barclay Lake. It was the perfect introduction as it was only 4.2 miles…
Stickers
I pulled my bass drum away from the wall this evening to see what my son had done. He had added own sticker to my collection. He had stuck his Cars sticker from the dentist over a sheriff sticker I’ve had. My BKG sticker that use to fill the blank spot in the middle was no longer there. One of my kids must of pulled that off at some time. It wasn’t a big deal that this happened.
Thanks for Everything Grandma!
Grandma always made you feel she had been waiting to see just you all day and now the day was complete. ~Marcy DeMaree
My Grandma died this evening. She was 87 years old and lived a full life. I know that she loved her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren with all her heart and we loved her. She worked hard and loved life.
She was born in 1925 in Hawthorne, California, married my Grandpa in 1943 in South Gate, California, and together the two of them had three children (Uncle Raymond, my mom, and Uncle Ken). My Grandparents lived around the United States and traveled the world instilling the sense of traveling on their children.
My Grandma’s death is sad, not just because of her passing, but because she was the last of my grandparents to die. I’m out. 4 for 4. My dad’s parents died in 1982/1983 and I don’t have many memories of them. My Grandpa (Mom’s Dad) passed away in 2003 and between the two of them I have most of my memories. Actually, when I think of all the times with Grandma and Grandpa it’s difficult to think of one without the other.