Our roots say we're sisters our hearts say we're friends!

I'm at a loss for words, not because I'm bummed out or confused but because sometimes its hard to find the right combination to convey the magnitude of my feelings. My sister arrived last week and we had a few wonderful days together sorting through our Dads stuff and saying goodbye. It was as difficult as it was liberating and by the end of our time together I felt closer to my baby sister.

We kept laughing at our noses, we got them from Dad.

I was so happy for these two to finally meet and just like I thought they got on like a house on fire!

We headed over to the spot after a bit of coffee of course. If you ever find yourself here, be sure to say hi to Dad.

There was silliness along the way because that is how you get through pain.

and my sister was trying to impress her boys with a shot of Mommy on a tree:) This was as far as she got :)

It was pretty early like 9:30 so we had the place to ourselves.

My sister wrote the most beautiful eulogy. She amazes me with her capacity to love and forgive.

After I read mine all three of us held hands and I leaned over the edge of the cliff and set Dad free. It was the strangest feeling ever. I cried fast and hard as I poured his life from a brown paper bag and then he was gone and so were my tears.

I think we all got a bit of him in our hair, again folks humor was everywhere and our Dad would have liked that.

We headed down to the beach below.

And had a little run Bay Watch style.

Cristi rocking her KMK mermaids!

We had the most delicious lunch at this tiny cafe afterwards. White cheddar grilled cheese and apple sandwich, scrumptious! I made it last night, delicious and easy!

The following day my sister and I just hung out. She went to Farmers Market with me.

and drooled at our produce selection.

Such variety.

The best thing our Dad ever gave us was each other

and a mutual appreciation of good ass grub!

There are over 1000 miles between us, but I have never felt closer to her.

Just look at her, that's my sister Tracy and I love her so very much!

We are still waiting for Dads house to close, once that is done I will put this year of sickness and loss behind me and move on. Dealing with the death of my Dad has made me a stronger person with an even greater capacity to love. In the end, it's not our stuff that matters but the relationships we develop and tend too. I want a colorful and thriving garden full of love, now and forever!