Becca and I made a quick trip home for the funeral and a little family time. Here are way too many pictures, starting with the flight. I'll try to keep it brief. At least as brief as twenty-something pictures can be.
Yes, our first flight without Dad, and we get a guide dog at our feet. Becca loved it; me, not so much. First flight delayed, missed our connection, and showed up too late to catch a shower and covered in dog hair. And I was worried.
Uncle Wedge and his girl.
Shopping with Aunt Vonnie.
Shakes with Uncle Al.
Playing with my old baby buggy.
Rocking herself in the chair.
G-Pop and his sister (before he lost the 'stash).
Aquarium with friends.
Playing with one of my old dolls (she named it Ella, after the baby we played with that day).
G-Pop, post mustache (she's been afraid of them since Santa, so he shaved).
This was my mom's rocking chair when she was little.
Aunt Vonnie.
Grandparents.
The cabin.
Back to the aquarium.
Last morning.
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