Hi I´m Isa

Lots happened and happens, we´re on holiday, kinda.
Last time I went to Bro it was the 19th of July.
To the day ten years that our Dad lost his fight against darn cancer.

We did some stupid things besides cleaning up or out. We had a bottle of (Australian !) wine, Bro gave me four things: three picture-books of little Niece that belonged to our Mum... and the letters we only found now, the ones to our Father's death.
How stupid are we, huh?
One letter was so touching, I wrote an answer - is that wrong?
Maybe that woman ... well. We only found them now!

Anyhows. I´m "Isa" now.
First there was Mama and Papa, and I was Mama, too, all women, maybe?
I always corrected her, saying, yip, your Mama is over there or, yes, your Mama will be home soon.
They all have an "a" in their names, including Niece.

They always tell her my real name, still im Isa. I got an "a" in my name now, too...

Too easy? Another explanation anyone?

Have been slack with the blog, will do better soon.

It´s HOT, summer is here and we can´t cope!!!
As Ingo´s Grandma said, getting old isn´t fun....