Tuesday

Tonight is the Concert night at the Coffee House.

Looking forward to it. Hal is in Florida with his brand new Grandson.

Things are busy at work for Mike and I both.

Last night I felt like getting out baby photos of Isla and looked through some of the books. She was such a cute baby. These were photos before Carrie was even born. It really struck me, looking at the photos of Mum holding Isla and sitting on the floor with her etc., I don't think I realized before how much Carrie was like Mum till after Carrie's death. Of course in the photos Mum was much younger, but even the way she was sitting or the look on her face. Of course when I got to the photos of when Carrie came along I had a good cry. Those baby years seem so long ago, like on a different planet or something. Isla and Carrie will always be our babies. I struggle with thoughts sometimes, when I see how much good the Coffee House is doing for lots and lots of kids, but my heart aches at the same time for Carrie. I'm selfish, I would still rather have Carrie back than the Coffee House if I had a choice, but I don't. The Coffee House is a great thing and it has really helped us just as much as it is helping others. What I don't understand are parents that have kids that are alive and don't want to call them to talk to them and find out what is going on in their life. Parents that don't seem interested in what is going on in their child's life. This is beyond my comprehension. There are so many kids at the Coffee House that are just starved for attention. They are all someone's baby.