Hard day

We drove outside of town to say our final goodbyes to my sister-in-law’s brother. When you grow up in a small village, you end up not even remembering when you met a person. I just know he was always there. Our families became further enmeshed when my brother started going out with his future wife. They were 17 and 14, and through the years, her family sort of became my third family, especially after my brother’s death. It’s hard to see them suffer so much. And hard to imagine I’ll never se that man again. I kept expecting him to walk in...

After, we stopped in a coffee shop so that Henri would feed and relax a bit. He did super well but was happy to be free of arms and car seats when we got home .