For the last 10 years or so, my favourite time of the day, is bedtime, but it is not what you may think. Yes, I like my sleep, but the time of the day, I feel the most in control, is when the kids have gone to bed. Maybe it is that when they are sleeping, dreaming their dreams and doing what little girls do when they sleep, I feel like they are finally safe for the day. In my house, under their blankets cuddling their respective stuffed animals, protected from schoolyard bullies and classmates posing as friends to gain or anything else evil. After prayers and kisses good night, both Nathalie and I, always walk a little taller and feel a little better because for at least a couple of hours, know one can harm our little girls.

This is the blog I have written so many times in my head over the last year. I had planned the direct approach, thinking it would be better for me to say the hardest part first – My Mom has died. But even after writing it now, I still find it hard to believe and certainly not any easier to say. This day has come the long way around, with my Mom fighting far longer than anyone had thought she could or expected her to, mainly because of the faith she had, and her sheer will.

I always start my blog by saying it is a snap shot into life with the Carr’s for any given week and it is, but if you are a regular reader you would have to have noticed that some of my bits are just random thoughts and things that go through my head. You see when I am old and in a home and shouting out random words like “Colour” or “Squirrel”, I figure, at least the doctors can jump online, do some reading and say “Well it all makes sense now!”