Missing Helen.

Helen coming back from a jet-ski ride in Lake St. Clair, Canada, where she spent many summers as a youth.

Yesterday marked the first anniversary of Helen's death. That was a hard day for all of us. I remember getting a call at 7am from Mike who was in NM working, saying that he had just talked to Jim, his dad. He said Jim put the phone up to Helen's ear, and that while she could no longer talk, she could still listen. Mike was crying and I started crying and decided to call and say my goodbye also.

Isaac's last days with Grandma, and mine too. In Lake St. Clair, Canada.

I promised her that I would take good care of her son and our children. And an hour later I was out the door with Isaac to the airport to catch the first available flight to Ohio. Mike did the same from Albuquerque and we got there too late. She had already passed, but the next night we were able to go dress her for the funeral and it was such an amazing experience. I think all the women who went felt her presence there. She looked so different, the woman we no was know longer inside that shell. She felt no more pain, she was with loved ones who had gone before her, and now only time stands between her and us.

We miss you dear Helen, and we can't wait to see you again.

Going to see the train, just like she used to do with her cousins. This last time with her grandchildren.