I have been reading this blog lately and am now hooked. Every post makes me cry. Not only is it sad but it makes me think of what would happen if I were to get really really sick and Peter would be left with the kids. Morbid I know but I can't help it. This guy's voice is strong, sweet, powerful and funny. I think about their family constantly these days.

I'm also sending positive energy and strength to my Dad. My Uncle died on Tuesday and I know my Dad's heart is broken. The wake is tonight in Boston and the funeral tomorrow morning. My uncle's name was Alfred James Padden, but everyone called him Teddy. When he was little he had a snow suit and my Dad said he looked like a teddy bear in it, thus the name Teddy. He and my dad were Boston boys (one "black irish" and one blue eyed blond) and I have wonderful memories of being with my "Boston Cousins".  Ted looked a bit like Peter Falk (that really is PF in the picture, not my uncle)and for that reason was cast years and years ago as Falk's stand in in a movie. I always think of that picture when I think of Uncle Ted.

The stories he and my Dad have of growing up Irish Catholic in Boston sound like some fantastic book and I know my Dad will miss his brother very much. It's hard to explain knowing your parent is in pain. As a mother now, I feel it much deeper than I would've before having children. It's physical. I feel it in my gut.  I am broken hearted I can't be in Boston with my parents when they say goodbye but I know my Mom and Dad will be there spreading warmth and telling funny stories. Love you Dad. I'm so sorry. Tonight I'll raise a glass to my Uncle Ted.