Well, the boys had a fun-filled weekend... We visited my aunt at her cottage and they swam in the Rouge River as the rafters went past. They slept under a tent on the beach, they learnt a new card game, they met and threw a football with a former national kick-boxing champion; and that was just Saturday. On Sunday we paid my Dad a short visit and then stopped in at my cousin's. The boys were out on her boat tubing... They even tried water-skiing, but didn't manage to get up on the skies. It probably would've been more fun if their nervous Mom hadn't been on the quay constantly asking "Is he okay?". They wound it down with a bit of fishing and then we ordered pizza, ate and made our way home - exhausted...
Yesterday, Mathieu started his day camp; it's a nature camp and they get to learn about and feed all sorts of animals. Of course, he didn't want to go on Monday morning, but when I picked him up he said it was really "cool!". Thank goodness for that!
Tony is forever on my mind. Last week Mathieu and I visited the cemetery because I had to approve the draft of the plaque that is being made for his pedastal. Mathieu then asked to go visit his Dad; so we did. It was sad. We cleaned his pedastal with "Wet Ones" I had in the car and shed a few tears. I miss him terribly but I have to remember not to let myself be engulfed in those sad thoughts. I have to be thankful to have known such a wonderful man.
Well,that's it for now! I have to go do the dishes (at times like these, I really miss my mother-in-law...).
Take good care!