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Day Fourteen

a picture of you and your family


I decided to use some retro photos for this post to mix it up a bit. Enjoy!


Me with my Nanna - her and my Grandad helped my Mum raise me and we were very close. She had Alzheimers as long as I can remember (she got it very young) and I spent my teens watching her die very slowly. We lost her in 2000. She was a light in my life and I miss her terribly.

This is me with my Grandad (the one I mentioned above). I love him lots but don't get to see him as much as I like. We sometimes struggle with our generational differences but he is an amazing man and I love him.
This is me with my Uncle Don. He spent the last 12 or so years of his life fighting a cancer he was originally told would take hi life in a year. He was brave and kind and amazing. Everyone who knew him was enriched by his presence in their life and he is one of my heroes. He was the kind of man who made everyone feel special. I miss him. His widow, my Aunty Val is also one of my favourite people in the whole world and I wish I saw her more often.

This is me with my Mum & my Nanna. If you've read above or read any of my other blog entries you'll know how important these two women are in my life.
This is me with my Dad. We have a sporadic relationship that I think we both struggle with but I love him and wish we saw each other more.


This is me, dancing with my husband. This was the month we met, we were 10 years old. And yes, my hair is crimped.

This is a more recent photo of me with my beloved husband!

Me with my beautiful kids. Its hard to get them all looking at the same time! I've already told you all about them so I won't go on any more.


Here's a pic with me and Griffin since he wasn't looking in the above pic.

This is me with my psuedo niece Lyla. Her parents are Tina & Clint that I mentioned in an earlier post. I couldn't love this little girl more if she was biologically related to me!
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