Todays blog is for Cher 💜
I’m not great at words these days, though, so nothing eloquent will follow.
Today marks another birthday for her brother, Scott, that he is not here to celebrate. We try to mark the day with an iced capp in his honour. Usually Cher and I would drive to Warman, pick three up, and drop one off to Brady at Zaks.
This year felt different, though.
We didn’t go for iced capps. I did some memorial planning/organizing this morning. Had some lovely people pop into the house for a little bit. We played hard with our foster bestie who gave absolutely the BEST hugs this weekend, WOW!
But it was unfortunate that we didn’t go for iced capps because this year had extra grief.
Maybe you heard, but my husband died this week.
Maybe you heard, but Cher and Brady had a very real loving brother/sister relationship. Not the kind where, she’s my best friend, so we all politely say they’re family. They were family! They ARE family 💜
So today, Cher mourned both of her brothers. And I wasn’t of much use to her, as I mourned my husband.
We did visit over Dole whip briefly, which was better than nothing, for sure. I’m just sorry, sweet Cherice, that it wasn’t iced capps this year.
I’m SO glad you still got one 💜
They were Brady’s guilty pleasure this summer, too.
Happy birthday, Scott.
Happy first weekend in heaven, Brady.
💜