OK, this will be a boring post unless you are in my T family. I asked Bagel (who was having a hard time leaving the only house she ever knew) to be the one responsible for the picture taking. She took many house pictures. I know that kids want to remember all the good times they had in that house and that can be done by remembering the house.
The statue of St. Jude was a lending from a friend. Moving but staying in Houston was incredibly hard on me emotionally. I asked St. Jude for help with it all. St. Jude, Pray for Us!
I don't like these pictures at all. I see all the work that the house needed. I feel guilty for having had the kids endure that home. Ironically they look at that house with fondness. It is the place of their childhood. The home where we all lived together.
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