Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
On multiple occasions during the trip, I told Rob that Portland was so beautiful we should move there. And on multiple occasions during the trip, he told me we couldn't afford to live that close to Powell's Books. Let me tell you, I was the proverbial kid in a candy shop. But don't worry, I only picked up a few books for Emily. But man oh man, there were a lot of great books there.
Anyways, we snuck away for an afternoon to give Rob's grandma a much deserved nap, and went down to Multnomah Falls in the Columbia River Valley. Gorgeous. Some more pictures:
One tuckered baby:
Thursday, October 15, 2009
I had never met Rob's grandfather. We spoke on the phone on one occasion, and Rob had told me stories about him along the way. For me, his death brought on a different kind of mourning than I was familiar with. I was mourning an absence. I learned a lot about him during the memorial service. I learned about his strong work ethic, his thoughtfulness, and his generosity. I learned about the time in his later years when he fell in a hole trying to chop up the roots of a dead tree (after being strictly forbidden to do exactly that job), all because he missed being able to do work for those he loved. But I have no memories of him that are my own. And neither does my daughter. I can tell her stories about how she loved to play with her great grandmother's necklace, but I have no stories to offer her that connect her to him.
Although I missed out on forming a relationship with him, his passing allowed me to form new relationships with his wife, children, and grandchilden. I got to stay up late talking with Rob's grandmother after everyone else had gone to bed. I learned about his uncle's sense of humor and his aunt's thoughtfulness. I talked to Rob's cousins about their travels in India and the pros and cons of librarianship. They are wonderful people, and I'm so grateful that there were family gains despite the loss.